Thank you

Despite what you all may think, I haven't offed myself, or my husband, or anyone else close to me. And my children are still alive and kicking, and even Bad Dog and Good Dog are fed and healthy, and continue on their happy little path of sleeping, shitting and barfing on my rug.

You can take me off friendship suicide watch, because I was just really, really bummed.

But thank you.

Thank you for caring. And questioning. And calling. And understanding. Or not understanding, but at least not calling 911 and having me admitted to a mental institution.

I appreciate it, and I love you all.

And I have more to blog about, I do...but right now, I need to eat my body weight in Smores and pass out in a pool of my own vomit.

You're the best.

2 people used their Big Boy words to communicate:

J'Ollie Primitives said...

Id love to share some Smores with you but I don't do puke.

Ugh. Do not like talking to the dinosaurs on the big white telephone.

lfamily5 said...

I don't know what is going on right now...but I will pray for you friend!