20 days to go...the fact that I can count the number of days on each of my fingers and toes, without repeating, makes me sooooo very happy. Especially knowing I'll be gone for half that amount of time for 2-bits wedding. Deep down inside I'm sure I'll miss the greetings from people walking in front of my house yelling "whaddup my nigga*" followed by cursing to the house 2 doors down (*I am quoting verbatim, not using an ugly n-word. I did grow up in the South and know the power of such words when used in a different way). Currently, I am able to hear several teenage males yelling/laughing/cursing in that driveway through closed windows, over the sounds of the television and my fingers clicking on a keyboard (this group hasn't earned a nickname...yet). Thinking of all of this, I don't think I'll miss it, except the nicknames and the stories people often don't believe to be true. I won't miss feeling the need to check the police blotter regularly. I might even forget how to do it. Now that will be a happy day. In other news, catboy has worked several days this week sans scary car. I wonder if it was damaged or his employers finally figured out that it was a freaky vehicle and provided him with an alternative.
On the rampage front, Matt did officially apologize this morning. Yes, two days after the fact, but he takes a while to "digest" everything and think through it completely. He's such a wonderful man (99.25% of the time) that when he messes up (that .75%) it tends to be something that flies all over me.
I would like to ask anyone who reads this to please pray for Kennis. She is not doing well and her disease may have progressed and is now possibly causing seizures and paralysis. Her family is so strong, but this is one more battle I didn't want them to have to fight.
-peace, love, health
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