Yo.
Not much new.
Except for Dad’s back is acting up.
Normally, things of this nature shouldn’t really affect the rest of the family’s life should it? I mean the occasional fetch-n-carry isn’t going to kill anyone. But this has escalated into something far, FAR worse than that. Since his back has been out, he’s spent almost a week of staying up all night MOANING to beat the band. I’m not talking about the occasional sigh o’ frustration; this is like an all night orgy. It’s CRAZY!!! The worst one a few nights ago ended with me having to drive down to the grandparent’s house to get some pain meds. That’s when Celeste found out Nana has a dental crown, and she happened to not be wearing it that night, and it kinda freaked her out. Luckily I was too distracted by Papa’s unbuttoned shirt to notice.
And besides that I’ve had to go to a bunch (well two, but believe me it feels like thousands) of shows with Dad to help him unpack. I don’t know how he does it. Antique shows have got to be the single most boring things on the planet. Well sitting an antique booth is anyways.
I’m such a whiner. Oh well, that timeo’themonth’ll do it to ya every time.
Speaking of which, I need to go find some Advil or something…
And some food…
I really wish Ehren would write me back. There’s been a huge lull and I’m getting bored. Josh hasn’t even written back yet. ?!?!??? .
The more I talk to Ehren the more I realize how much I miss him. Or at least having someone semi intelligent to talk to. I wish I wasn’t so drawn to the self-involved, philosophical types. ‘Tis life, I would imagine.
He wants one of my CDs. I can’t imagine why.
And that’s all she wrote.
xxx
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