Things are looking up, I suppose. waaa. Tomorrow is a long day of phone calls and whining and budget making, but perhaps it will work.
I am constantly amazed at the outpouring of support during my weepy dreary woe-is -me time. This is worse than the breakup with Fester, really. I am so grateful that women are so supportive of each other… and the occasional man… Scott is upset that everyone else has a secretive name in my blog, and prefers that I now refer to him as “Batboy” as he has heretofore been referred to by his actual name, and he desires his own made up name.
It suits him. He is the original bat child, and I am proud to claim him as Goddess Batboy.
Welcome to one of my oldest/best friends. She’s not really that old, but she’s one of the good ones that have been around awhile. Less Filling!! Tastes Great!! Yayyy!
And a special confidential shout-out to “D”, otherwise known as Rebound boy… no one is reading this. It’s all fiction, and if I had called you a “freekin’ weanie” in my blog, it would have been actually spelled “freakin’ weenie. Oh, I guess that is how I spelled it. Anyhoo…
Thanks for reading.