Just Another Day.

Even though today is Mother's Day my mother's not here anymore(my first Mother's Day without her) and my own kids completely ignore it but I'm not going to let them ruin it for me so I just pretend like it's just another day. The only difference is I ordered-in from my fave. Italian restaurant last night( because they're closed Sundays and Mondays) but it was also bittersweet because it was also my mother's fave. place and we'd always go there together for Mother's Day and for both of our birthdays and now it's just me left on my own. I got my usual chicken Penne which is such a biiig serving (Italians are generous, unlike the French who practically starve you)so  it does me 3-4 meals. I also had my hubby pick me up some flowers(shown below) but other than that it's just a normal regular everyday day for me I try not to dwell on or think about too much.

Yesterday I also saw Buddy's friends' Hooman who I haven't seen since last fall and now he has 5 dogs( he used to have 3) and he didn't know Buddy or my mother had died, and they met Beja(who was nervous, skittish,and timid) and he asked if I wanted another dog as he's trying to unload 2 of them, and he's a trans man as well and I never even knew or even suspected  (I just thought he was a gay man)until it somehow just came up in conversation one day and he told me; he really "passes" well, and I saw Susan Sarandon on TV the other day too and she looks really good, esp. considering she's 75 years old(I was surprised!) she looks 30 years younger! She must have had some "work" done but it's good, not like most plastic surgery where they're pulled and tucked so tight they all look plastic and all look the same and like drag queens or blow-up sex dolls! I was also surprised they're still playing the stupid hockey,too, in May; I thought that was a winter thing, and the news was late coming on last night too because the redneck basketball that was on before ran late.

Shit, I really hate  that; it's a biiiig pet-peeve of mine!

She cried into her pillow, not because it helped, but because no one could hear.-Ravindra Nath