Honey Cheetos, Ditches and Snotty Lifeguard
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Well well well. I've missed SP! I've had a lot going on. My Dad died 2 weeks ago. I think I've seen him twice my entire life and hadn't heard from him in 6 years. It was a tragic death with mental illness a homeless status and a husk of a person left. We had no idea how bad he had gotten and Lord knows we never even knew where he was. That week was filled with ice cream.
My husband got himself in a funk after a snotty lifeguard called him fat. When he wants junk it rubs off on me. So that day was Honey Cheetos.
Our 90 year old Grandfather is a little loopy. He wanted to go out for dinner labor day. We complied. As sweet as he is, things get jumbled up in his mind and just seem to fall out of his mouth. He expressed his delighted story of my husband being a fat drunk 16 year old falling asleep in the front yard. Cheesecake please!
I am so tired. I don't want to do laundry or clean house and am falling prey to the smallest temptations. Thank goodness for tomorrows.