scaraharem is on the chair next to me, strumming away, happy as a sappy snappy clam. She and brosely will be hanging out today, as stanieldaniel hangs out with my beloved mosspiglet. SIGH. I have choir. I so don't wanna. I still may not. I'll bet April Duvic would HATE me if I quit, seeing as out of twenty or so of us, only five are altos, the rest sopranos.I seem to be using my mother as an excuse for things WAY too much lately.
Speaking of, she's doing WONDERFULLY. She seems to be on the verge of a breakthrough for realizing that she can't keep living life the way she was. The nursing home has her on a diabetic meal plan, she's lost 26 lbs and feels SOOO much better, though she still has her leg ulcers (healing, though) and can't get around very well.
My coworker... had been out of work due to cancer in her feminine bits. I just received word that her biopsy came out benign, so she won't have to have radiation or anything.
I also randomly found a really good OLD friend from back in my EARLY Phoenix days. For forever and a day, it was three of us: Jayson, Brett, and I. Me and my two gay boys. I could not for the life of me remember their last names, until last night... I was writing someone's information down on a check from their id, and their last name was Wilkerson, making Wilke as the letters in their number.... aw, yesh. Brett has been found and it has been a joyous reunion. I missed him and his beautiful piercing blue eyes.
So, overall, today is good.
So... to ditch the choir I hate and go play in the sun with two people I never get to see anymore?
