i sure agree. and i'll take those scones. we'll have to have a reunion someday and we will (hopefully) laugh about this and not feel pain anymore.
i know- d is like death. it's darn hard to choose it - isn't it? even knowing it might be painless and "over" - it's still hard.
we can do it- hang on- h on roof - be a damn shame if he slipped off and fell on his stupid head and got "reformed" due to giant brain-jolt. oh man- reduced to that, ratty things. i don't actually wish he'd fall- it might be justice tho.
i need to regain my sense of humour- i'm always saying people don't laugh enough- i sure don't last couple years. had a glass of wine with a buddy in the garden other nite and laughed like mad- i'm sooooooo sick of being pent up and tired and exhausted and thinking and caring. i wanna be free too-
oh well- out to have a "great day" with tons of pma-
much like pms - flip of that coin
hang on - we can do this. i'll work on my scone recipe- need to add more butter so they actually taste like something we should be eating.
