This weekend was slow. Except for the few hours that Liz and Elvis were here. But everything else, pretty much freaking crawled by. Thankfully today didn't creep as slowly, hopefully tomorrow won't either, but as usual, I'm guessing once Wednesday comes around the week is going to halt and cease to move.
Right now, Fais is sleeping, and I'm counting the minutes until Momma G comes home [At time of posting, 55 minutes]; I'm in need of a walk outside, all of us, together, to talk and relax. I've been trying to get a bunch of statistics together and make a post out of it, but every time I try to, it hurts, though a little bit less each time. One week I'll have the strength to finish it and post it, and maybe then I'll be just a little bit more complete.
They Shoot Bad Mothers, Don’t They?
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