I want a Zoey Deschanel wig. I used to have one, but I think maybe I gave it to Grace when she had chemo? I remember giving her some wigs a couple years back and thinking: you’ll have to buy yourself new ones when the cancer comes back. Because I’ve always known. Always.
That’s a wig, btw.
James sent this to me today. A motherfucking blast from the past, bro.
I don’t even know where to start…
Oh wait, I do: what the fuck was I thinking with that haircut??!!
Ann B sent me this pic today, and it made me smile.
It was a winery day in like 2017.
Remember when we used to be able to hang out with our friends in person?
Facebook memories reminded me that 8 years ago (on Mother’s Day weekend), I told my husband I wanted a divorce. It was such a weird, shitty time in my life, but I have no regrets.
What’s good (I think?) is that I wouldn’t have even remembered but for the FB reminder.