#SilentSunday

If I don't understand everything you do or say. It's okay.

I'm sorry I giggled when I heard your Tiki Hut got struck by lightning. I'm sorry I snorted again when you were telling you're story. I'm a bad person. Nice lightning tattoos. ⚡ ⚡ ⚡ " Kentucky women injured by lightning strike during Marco Island trip get matching tattoos" Gulf Coast News

Would you agree to be cradled in my bosom, should the occasion call for it?

OMG. Called our son to ask about family dinner and he was in the Pride parade. He skipped it the last couple years. I just told Hubs because I felt bad we aren't there, saying 'Why didn't he tell us?' and Hubs said 'Maybe he's ashamed of us.' Well, too late now. We live a ways away from the city. You don't know what you don't know and didn't think to ask about---what's done is done and can't be undone. But damn.

I washed a sock and the sink stopper won't open again. Tempted to fix it myself, but I will wait for Hubs.

My IBS is back. I had a reprieve for quite a few months. Even being able to travel. I don't know why, and I don't know what I am doing any different. Back to ruining my plans, other people's plans, and feeling isolated. My cousin Chrissy blames our grandfather for being gassed in WWI. She calls it the "Clarke Mustard Gas Tummy". We both joke, but also we know it's no damn fun. :lblue_heart: