I hope that the meds are either the very thing that helps Kevin OR put you on another track, if they don't work. I guess I'm just hoping that you are able to get a handle on this so that Kevin can feel better overall.
Emotional triggers are funny things sometimes. I had a friend whose husband went away to Afghanistan. She handled pretty much everything like a champ until it was time for her car to get an oil change and then she cried.
I'm proud of you. And I could definitely learn something from you, too!
I won't bother because you know it already.
Poor dog.You and Ray sound like good "parents" though. She's lucky to have you guys.
I'm so glad to read that you got all of that worked out.
I long for just a light dusting!I should really take some pictures of my back (or front) yard...I hate to admit it, and I will eat these words in a month or so, but it *is* pretty.
Now I'm hungry again.
My kids are the same way...they ask Santa and granny for the same thing to cover their bases. Little brats.
You poor thing, Mary.I hope you beat this flu and get back to yourself...it's awful being sick and stuck indoors.
Oh that last one had me peeing my pants!
Very good!Mind if I add you onto my friend's list?
I liked that comment when I first read it on Gary's blog and I like it just as much now.
Ummm....soon.
Someone should write a song about the five days of masturbation...to the tune of the Twelve Days of Christmas.I know what you mean about cleaning and the kids coming home and oh, I have a mean face, too.
Gary, you crack me up, Dude."it's all pink inside"...
Sh*t, that sucks!At least they didn't call anywhere more expensive, right?
I don't currently have a cell phone and I don't miss it. Might be because I never go anywhere, though!
You looked great!Sounds like a lot of fun and a huge success all around.
I hope that the meds are either the very thing that helps Kevin OR put you on another track, if they don't work. I guess I'm just hoping that you are able to get a handle on this so that Kevin can feel better overall.
Emotional triggers are funny things sometimes. I had a friend whose husband went away to Afghanistan. She handled pretty much everything like a champ until it was time for her car to get an oil change and then she cried.
I'm proud of you. And I could definitely learn something from you, too!