I feel as though I've been hit by a Mack truck. A Mack truck with vanity plates.And I'm okay with that. It's a small {alright, rather more than I was expecting, as in HUGE} price to pay for a mini-midlife crisis {not that I'm planning on having a full-scale midlife crisis at some point, but then one never really plans those, do they?}.
I'm hoping that somehow made sense, but given the quantity of muscle relaxer/pain pills in my system, it's highly doubtful.
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In other news:
Ellie asked me the other day - Mom, do you know Mary?
Yes, I know who she is.
Do you know this guy Jo-vis and their baby Jesus?
Yes, I do know who you mean.
Well guess what - they are a family.
Oh really?
Yes, I sawed them AND their donkey.
That girl cracks me up.
