I just got home from the barbecue!!
(I was one of the last guests to leave, and actually the last one, since I was behind K, as we left at the same time.)
I love it when a party dies down and it's just the last folks. J is in town from Washington State and he is well, the coolest. He used to live here and we miss him terribly. If I believed in breaking marriages, I totally would have gone after him YEARS ago. But I really like his wife, too, so that wasn't an option. Plus, he really likes her too, so there you go. And they're having a baby in June!!
I had my first try of scotch, and we sat around and told jokes, most of which I wouldn't repeat here. We laughed and laughed...Kiki would know the one I told, about my dad going to the mechanic in Germany...I'll tell ya later, I gotta go to bed!
But I have to say this: at noon today, after a full hour of me using half my therapist's box of Kleenex, she asked me, "I know you hate being asked this, but are you suicidal?" I said, "no, but if I was, this is when it would be." I mean, I was a MESS.
And then, I don't know, I got through the rest of the day and I got to see myself as a person I like being. I haven't been her for awhile. And you know, it feels great.
And now, I must to bed. And yes, in case you're wondering...there were two posts that I reverted to draft. Sarah Louise sez, "You snooze, you lose." Besides, they were pretty much wine and cheese blogging and I got some sympathy (THANK YOU POPPY and KIKI) and the beat goes on.
G'nite. Or rather, very early morning.
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