This month I got hit like a mac truck. Where there was once Faye there is now Old Yeller. Need some milk? I’m gonna yell at ya. Ask me what movie I want to see? I’m gonna yell. Suggest maybe I should go to bed a little early? I’m gonna cry, and then I’m gonna yell at ya.
I’m hoping that I still have a son and husband who consider me family at the end of the week.
I have eaten all the popcorn, all the ice cream, the rest of the birthday cake in frozen form and a bar of Willy Wonka chocolate with no golden ticket.