That’s a wig, btw.
That’s a wig, btw.
Some pics from prior birthdays:
My current favorite off the new album, with which I am completely obsessed btw, in a way that only women who came to age in a very specific time in the late 90s can be (oh hello, class of 97).
I submitted an online inquiry to a therapist. Her office is out of Nashville, but she offers virtual appointments to Missouri residents because she grew up in STL. She came highly recommended by my therapist friend, so I hope it works out. My friend actually said she would be the best one in her practice to work with me, but obviously that is not allowed.
In other news, tonight is date night. The kids have been picked up by the other parents, and so it’s just me and D. This morning started out quite nicely with an enthusiastic bang, so hopefully there will be some more of that tonight. There will also be Petrichor – we are picking up dinner and beer from them tonight. Mmm West Coast IPA. I think we might be watching Guardians of the Galaxy 2 – even though we kind of hated the first one – because we need to keep moving through our Marvel movie marathon.
We’re not exercising tonight. We were going to go on a walk, but it is going to storm. I’m actually looking forward to just chilling and (hopefully) not worrying about anything except enjoying my husband’s company. I’m trying really hard to train my brain not to go down those deep, dark, scary rabbit holes. I get lost in there and can’t find my way out. No bueno.
My husband posted this on his blog today:
Last night, D told me I have a “rockin milf bod.” Lol.
It’s our anniversary. ❤️
He’s never going to have better sex than me. This much I know. We just click in that way.
Watching it reminded me of the first trip D and I ever took there. It was during my cancer treatment so I was still wearing my wig. We had a good time. I hope we can go back someday soon.
You can see part of my red boob from radiation. Don’t miss that. I do miss being that thin though. Damn.
This dreary Monday after DST has me all out of sorts.
I haven’t been sleeping well the last few nights – even with sleeping pills.
I keep thinking about what happens after I die, and everyone moves on with their lives. More specifically, I keep thinking about D getting another girlfriend/wife. It makes me feel sick, like I might throw up. Of course I want him to be happy. I really do. But the thought of it is like taking a fucking bullet.
Fuck all of this bullshit. I’m so fucking angry today.
D says I’m getting into some hardcore Trek now. We’ve been watching all the mirror universe episodes from all the different series. Gonna finish those up tonight. Then we’re jumping into some Harcourt Fenton Mudd as pre-req for Discovery, which I hope to start by Monday.