I freed Arlo’s crib from its Bermuda moving boxes today. We both exhaled deeply.
I’ve got all engines running on decorating Daughter’s room. So happy I had the forethought to paint that crib grey. Her room is going to be good. It’s going to be so good!
I also culled through my e-mail and deleted several drafts, including the one I wrote to myself with a list of all the songs I’d like played at my funeral. Because I’m a 13-year-old emo goth girl who just got her first period.
Apparently a brief service was in order.
sentimental – mawkish
Oh, I’m *certain* drunkenness was involved.