Happy Easter!

To everyone who celebrates.

I hope that you and yours are having a lovely, happy day.

I just want to thank you, my friends for the lovely, heartfelt and caring comments you wrote to me, the other day. You made me cry, feel a little better and gave me something to grab on to and hug close to me. And I appreciate you all more than I could ever adequately express. *hugs*

I am doing a little better, today. Things have sunk in a bit, I am processing and coming around to a mindset of being positive and hopeful. I am not allowing myself to consider anything else, at this point. When or if I must, I will go there, at that time. For now, I refuse to entertain any possibility but the best one.

I didn't weigh in this week. I am still in a weird head space and can't deal with certain things. I want to. But I just can't make myself do it. lol It is so weird. I'll weigh in next Saturday or Sunday, as usual. Kindly, Allen gave me a bye for the Challenge weigh in, this week. Thank you, dude! :D

It is cooler, today. Sunny and pretty but insanely windy. I am talking nearly gale force winds. It has been windy for so. Frakking. Long! My allergies are out of control and I think that this constant wind is beginning to drive me off over the edge. I have read about people being adversely affected by wind. I may be one of them, as I am definitely cranky. lol

I am not eating Easter eggs (we didn't do eggs, this year) I am not eating Cadbury Eggs *sniff* I am not glomming on Peeps or Jelly Bellys or anything else full of sugar. We are going to have ham for dinner (MIL is doing one) and I am going to roast some sweet potatoes to go with it. And bake some biscuits. I will have a little ham, (weighed and calories counted, of course!) and a sweet potato. I am debating a biscuit. I might, I might not. It is nice to not care, one way or the other whether I eat a biscuit or not. And it is funny to honestly not give a shit. Not be in a lather of "OMG! Do I eat one? Don't I? Do I eat one? Don't I?" Isn't it insane how we can turn ourselves inside out over something like food?

William is on vacation. Of course, he didn't tell me he was going to be until he announced on Thursday that he doesn't go back to work until May 2nd. Gee, Asshole... Thank you soooooo much for telling me that you had put in for and gotten a week at this time. I mean, I am only your fucking wife. I thought, (mistakenly, it seems) that I was entitled to know some of the things you have decided to do and when. Guess not.

I am a mushroom. Keep me in the dark and feed me bullshit.

I get to have him around the house 24/7 for an entire week. Aren't I the lucky girl?

My. Aren't I just a lovely little ray of sunshine? lol

I think that I will go now. I want to read and catch up with everyone and see what you are all up to.

Later, gators. <3