Faerie.

This is the floral, hippie, BoHo crown I got for my anniversary gift. It makes me feel like a fairy or a woodland creature. It's more for summer though, to be worn with my flowy summer-y  long gauze Peasant blouses and skirts and sandals. I still hurt from when I fell the other day as well, sore and hurt all over; back, arms, legs and both sides, mostly on the left side, so I don't know if there was any internal damage or not or if I'm just old and broken. It's also hard to believe it's Christmas exactly a week today and it's raining today(like yesterday; we had lots which would normally be snow if it was colder) but supposed to get 2-5 cm of snow( finally) tomorrow and I hope it stays cold enough for it to last so we have a White Christmas because it just doesn't look( or feel) like Christmas without it, and even worse with rain. Tomorrow morning my hubby and the 16 YR old also leave for 3 days to visit the 27 and 24 year old. The 29 YR old can't go because he still has to work and isn't off until next week. I'll get 3 days off where I can smoke weed without being criticized, blast my music as loud as I want, change the Google Home Device  name to whatever I want (like Peckerhead ,Dickweed, Chode, Mike Hawk, Mike Hunt,etc)without my hubby changing it back to his name, don't have to cook for 3 days,less laundry,etc.

Total freedom.

I also found out that my new pills must be working as the other day I forgot to take a dose and a few hours later I noticed the "lump" feeling of something "stuck" in my throat again(which had gone away as well as the stomach pain) and then remembered I'd forgotten to take the pills and then I took them once I remembered, some 10 hours later and then a short while later it went away, so they must be working,  and I think that Aquaman  sounds like a men's cologne from the 1970's,and Buddy is such a diva as well (I call him Your Majesty and Your Royal Hiney) as he won't sit on his blankets until I smooth out every single wrinkle.

Every single one.

and he'll sit there and bark at me until I get it just right.

Diva dog.

This is also our shame.

It's my hubby's job to do dishes( and groceries, and I plan out the grocery list and do garbage, cooking,and laundry) even though he claims it's not but he hasn't done them in 4days now and when I asked if he's on strike or something he said it's "not his job" and he "just does it to help out" and he "hasn't had the time" even though he's off work for 2 weeks and said for me to do it if I don't like it except it's NOT my job( and I hate doing dishes) and I have to do it for the 3 days he's away anyway so I'm not doing them now. Now we don't even have one clean dish or utensil in the house so when I cook dinner( chicken pie and mini herbed potatoes today) we don't even have clean plates to eat off of and no clean knives or forks,either) and he's probably hoping it'll pile up enough to annoy me into doing it except it won't work. It can just stay there for all I care until he does it. Those tactics don't work on me.

Mothers are blamed a lot becoming scapegoats for both: society's pitfalls and gullable children making poor choices .-Nadia Grady