Seriously man?! It’s been flirting with me, letting me know it was down to party but I have kept it at bay, doing all the things and then, just like last Christmas, they climbed into me like Han Solo in a Tauntaun and the night fever started, I wish it was more disco than disco-NO but here I am again, dancing with a partner I don’t want to be dancing with, it definitely has rhythm but not one I want to groove to. It is times like these that I truly wonder about my future and whether this is going to be my normal forever. I am not trying to be a downer, though honestly it isn’t what I want, ha! I mean maybe there is a fetish for this but that is not my thing for sure.

Other than Tinder dating my seemingly chronic butt infection the holiday weekend was nice. I am beyond grateful for all of the support that people have sent to us financially, energetically and food-ly, it makes me want to be a better person. I am going to do my best to make the investment a worthwhile one for sure but first...


Hopefully by the next time I sit down or lay down to write a blog post I will be feeling better but I won’t count that pus covered (or not pus covered) chick until it hatches.

Hang in there and I will too 😘

Until next time ❤️

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