Could Daryl and Beth be any cuter? They are my faves. #TheWalkingDead
I heard the most depressing song ever on Friday night. My Orphan Year. Maybe I cried a little bit. Shut up.
My ex-husband’s grandfather committed suicide this weekend. It has been on my mind a lot since I found out. It’s one of those weird situations where you feel sad, but then you feel like you don’t have the right to be sad, because you’re the one who wanted to get divorced. You’re the one that left that family behind. But in reality, life doesn’t work that way. Emotions don’t work that way. You don’t stop caring about people just because you get divorced. I’m entitled to feel sad, and I do.
Xanax, thank you for all you do.
Serious body issues tonight. I’m avoiding mirrors.
I get to spend every night for the next week with my kiddo. ❤
I think I’m going to Scotland at the end of the month. My boyfriend is going for business and has invited me to join him.
I need it to warm up so I can start running outside again. Spring cannot come soon enough.
I think I’m going to go ahead and do the half-marathon in April since I’m already signed up for it. I’ll have to walk most of it, since I haven’t trained at all, but whatever. I need to worry less about the time, and more about the experience.
Tomorrow is girls night with the bestie. Can’t wait. I’m thinking it’s definitely a pizza and wine kind of night.
I leave you with my face, because it’s Mugshot Monday.