Badgood

Things are kind of crappy right now.  Well, shitty to be honest. 

I've got some sick family members.  One will probably not be with us much longer and the other is facing a lifetime of excruciating pain.  I can't do anything for the one who is dying except support those who are still living and maybe try to find a home for her dog.  I'm a good hugger.  I hope that helps my loved ones.

I can help the one in pain much more.  I can cook for her, clean for her, help her walk, set out her pills, get her groceries, do her laundry, do her dishes, etc.  I will gladly do that stuff because it's so much easier than watch her go through what she's going through.  I'll do anything she needs if it means making her more comfortable so she can enjoy her life.

Also, my car is getting to be pretty dangerous to drive.  The right side of the windshield is almost always foggy.  The defrost doesn't work on that side and neither does the floor vent.  It wouldn't matter if they did work because a lovely, thick vapor comes out of the vents when I turn them on.  Well, unless it's the cold defrost and the car is constantly moving.  I know there's a coolant leak somewhere.  That's a definite.  Unfortunately, my car likes to be very expensive to fix and I can't do expensive right now.  I wish I was a good liar so my car could have an "accident."  I can't do that though.  I'd turn myself in before I even finished the job.

Lastly, my hair is being a bitch.  I normally don't care about it, but this is ridiculous.

With all this bad stuff, it's getting kind of hard to think happy thoughts.  The gloomy, misty junk outside is making it even harder.  I'm doing my best though.  I'm not dead.  That's good.  I have Grace.  She makes life good even when I'm mad at her.  I have the best friends and family.  I get mashed potatoes for lunch.  At some point, I'll get a hug today.  There.  I'm better now.  Mostly.  I'm badgood.  Better than just bad. 

BSH

The lady in green is Meghan.  She is getting married in 28 days.  I get to be in her wedding in Las Vegas.  She's pretty cool.  The lady in purple is Mo.  We almost share a birthday.  She's pretty cool, too.  The three of us have been friends since high school.  We sat together in Mr. White's Citizenship Issues class where we discovered our mutual weirdness and ability to make cardboard cars.  There, we formed our gang.  The BSH gang.  No, I will not tell you what the letters stand for.  It's a secret.  I'm pretty sure that Mr. White was thrilled when that school year ended.  I really don't remember anything he taught us, but I do remember loving the class because of the fun we had in our little area of the classroom.

On Saturday, we finally got the matching tattoos that we've been talking about getting for many years.  We would have gotten them a long ago except we couldn't decide what to get until Meghan got us matching three-peas-in-a-pod necklaces in May.  We almost immediately decided that the necklaces perfectly represented our friendship and the decision to get peas tattooed on us was made.  Fast forward a few months and off we went to the tattoo parlor where a guy tattooed and put up with us for 3 hours.  We're silly.  We talked like he wasn't there.  I sort of assumed he wasn't listening until he joined the conversation about fat cats with panuses and crazy kids. 

After the tattoos, we proceeded to get ready for Meghan's bachelorette party.  Meghan's fiance, Bryan, and Mo had a heart to heart while Meghan and I curled our hair.  It was pretty freakin' awesome.  The bachelorette party was awesome, too.  Mo and I left early so we could properly care for our children the next morning without being hungover zombies.  After this wonderful day, I am even more excited to spend 5 whole days with these ladies in Vegas.  Actually, Vegas should probably start worrying.