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I still feel kind of lost and confused. Life has been too much of a rollercoaster right now. But I’m going to slide backwards and share more of the insanity from my mom’s trip. After we left the beach I was still driving. This didn’t last long at all because Mom and I were missing Carl and txting and driving is never a good idea. However, I was also about to learn that Mommy driving isn’t a great idea either. Almost all pictures were taken as we drove along. We survived. Barely. There was one memorable moment where she actually hit a curb. Carl hates my driving, but I’ve never actually hit curbs because I wasn’t paying enough attention. What was she paying attention to? Well, that changed by the second, but it could have been the purple trash bags: She wanted to buy one. Honestly. I was like, I’ll just take a picture, ok? And she was adamant that she needed a purple trash bag, Emmy! *rolls eyes* It could have been the preponderance of elephants:
We were honestly stunned at how many people in New England felt elephants were needed to decorate their buildings. That’s that I missed taking pictures of two more I think. Sorry about that second picture. You see the elephant’s butt right? I was relaying information between Mom and Carl I think and almost missed that elephant too. It could have been the …: We weren’t entirely sure what was going on here, but we loved it. It could have been the fiftieth appearance of the Coca-Cola truck: We were pretty sure it was stalking us. This was also the third day we’d seen a big Coca-Cola truck. But I’m pretty sure it was just Mom being her excitable self. I took away her phone and yelled at her a bit. She managed to not run us into anymore curbs. We are amazingly capable of entertaining ourselves apparently. I’ll have to share the signage and flora, fauna and wildlife that caught our eye later. And the some of the million pictures of the other beach, a sand one this time. I woke up early to help Mom with her exam and her paper. It was part of her birthday gift. Except where I woke up an hour late and we were gonna be late meeting Bear’s friend. Spent the next three hours helping her. Annnnd it turned out we weren’t late and actually we waited for two hours at the house. At which time Bear decides to freak on me and become an asshole. I ended up not meeting his friend. He apologized as soon as he saw me again but I had already cried and felt kinda crappy. Which is when Mom thought it’d be a good idea to send me some stuff that has completed the day of crappiness and pushed it over into actually fucked and unshakable. Now my head hurts and my eyes hurt from the crying and not crying. I want Bear and sleep. Ever since I got the email from Mom I’ve been practically surgically attached to Bear. I don’t care that he was an ass earlier. He’s my husband and a good man and my comfort and he apologized really sincerely and profusely and holy SHIT do I feel in need of comfort. I hope everyone else had a better Saturday. Here’s to Sunday. ETA: Mom didn’t do anything bad or wrong. She just sent me information that was upsetting. So I don’t usually make two posts in the same day, but Bear made me choke on water today. Actually choke. Like I could have drowned. I was telling Bear about how something just went. I don’t even remember now what it was that left or went or something and Bear goes, “Like boobs, it just went?” and he makes this pointing/thrusting motion with his pointer finger away from his chest. Now to get how this made me choke, I have to tell you a story that Red told me about Beauty. You remember these two? They work with Bear. Now, at work one day, Beauty noticed that this girl’s nipples kept getting visibly hard. And she kept noticing that this girl wasn’t wearing a padded bra and it started to bother her. Finally, she griped to Red one day, that the girl’s nipples keep “going”. That they’ll be in a meeting and she’ll notice that sure enough, the girl’s nipples “went”. This terminology bothered Red a lot, but not enough that she hasn’t made a million jokes. I just asked Bear, he doesn’t remember what I was talking about either. Dammit. I have a feeling this isn’t as funny now. Well, so he asks if whatever it was “went” like boobs and makes the motion and I had just finished taking a big sip of water and I tried to laugh while I had the water in my mouth. This didn’t work. I ended up with water all over my shirt and my throat hurt from trying to avoid breathing water for a solid hour. Fun. I’m glad we were on the way home. |
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