So…
Today is the father-unit’s birthday. It’s his 70th. I think.
It’s been almost 4 years since the accusation occurred, and I still haven’t gotten over it. I haven’t called him on his birthday since then, and I think I’ve only sent one card as well.
I’m not really sure where I was going with this. That’s what this situation does to my brain.
*sigh*
On a happier note, yesterday I was able to go to Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art with Sandy of The Banal Chew, the fabulous GypsyBiscuit, and He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named-Just-Because. A nice time was had by all.
For some reason I only took a few pictures, none of which Sandy happened to be in. 🙁
But here’s the ones I took.
Pamphlets lying around. I re-arranged them. And I laughed. Because I’m 12 years old.
I tried a Salted Caramel Latte. Not a fan. But the top of it was pretty.
It was a pretty day. The sun was shining and it was slightly warm out.
The fabulous GypsyBiscuit. With her cooking t-shirt of awesomeness.
And now that I’ve written this post, I think I know exactly which “family” is really important to me.
Until next time...