the real world?
That movie Juno must have been written for ladies whose dads have died suddenly, because I laughed so hard that others around me were laughing more at me than the movie I think! I just couldn't help myself.
Overall, my mood is sad, but I've got to get on with life, so I went in to work today for a couple of hours. Cried some when people came in to ask me about my dad...and then some more when I read the cards that people had sent.
Had to work out...oh my gosh! Before yesterday, I hadn't worked out since the day he passed away...that's a week ago! Yeah, I'll be sore.
Then off to get a passport pic taken, because Mr. Fab and I are going to Ecuador this summer. Can I describe the photo in detail for you? Hideous! And no, I'm not being modest...just factual. I told the lady at Walgreen's that I'd pay for those pics, but I'd be coming back tomorrow with makeup on! I don't want customs agents trying to figure out what happened to me...ewww!
Tried to do my taxes (yep, still haven't done them) but TurboTax jacked them up, so I might have to take them to an accountant.
Listened to churchy music...cried again.
It still sounds weird to my ears: my dad's dead. I loved him y'all. A whole bunch.
But he raised a tough cookie...so tough I will be (through the tears).
Overall, my mood is sad, but I've got to get on with life, so I went in to work today for a couple of hours. Cried some when people came in to ask me about my dad...and then some more when I read the cards that people had sent.
Had to work out...oh my gosh! Before yesterday, I hadn't worked out since the day he passed away...that's a week ago! Yeah, I'll be sore.
Then off to get a passport pic taken, because Mr. Fab and I are going to Ecuador this summer. Can I describe the photo in detail for you? Hideous! And no, I'm not being modest...just factual. I told the lady at Walgreen's that I'd pay for those pics, but I'd be coming back tomorrow with makeup on! I don't want customs agents trying to figure out what happened to me...ewww!
Tried to do my taxes (yep, still haven't done them) but TurboTax jacked them up, so I might have to take them to an accountant.
Listened to churchy music...cried again.
It still sounds weird to my ears: my dad's dead. I loved him y'all. A whole bunch.
But he raised a tough cookie...so tough I will be (through the tears).






















Of course you're still mourning, but...I'm glad you're able to laugh a ltitle, too.
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