So first of all, my purse smells like stale fried chicken because my family and I went to Golden corral two weeks ago and they stuck a piece of fried chicken in my purse to take home. I JUST found it. Freaking eww on so many levels.
I'm sitting in church, hence the title of this blog, and its first Sunday. This is the Sunday when the people born in this month and those married in this month stand to be recognized. At the end of all of that reverend always asks who would like to be married in that month and I always raise my hand. Last month, I raised both my hands and told them that this month, I was gonna throw a foot in there for good measure.
Thankfully this month, reverend didn't ask who would like to be married. Whether this was an accident and he forgot or he just didn't want to see me embarrass myself again I don't know, but he didn't ask.
Its just as well, honestly. December marks three things for me. First, my youngests birthday is this month. Second, that another year is ending and its one more year spent by myself not for lack of trying... especially hard this year actually.... and Thirdly, I will probably be invited to someone's for the new years and one more year I will have to watch couples kiss in the new year.
I think three is the one that will break me. It does every year although most years I make sure to be close to piss drunk by midnight so that when tears run down my face I can blame it on the alcohol. Everyone usually buys that explanation. I cry, they coo, we all go about our lives. Same script different year.
I think this year I will just skip the new year altogether. I won't be missed. So I think I'm going to leave the kids to their holiday with the ex, my mom to church and sit somewhere and make the same wish I make every year; that this be the last one I end not happy.
After this I just have to get through Valentine's Day without climbing a water tower and I should be fine until my birthday when the whole viscous cycle begins again....
Well I AM in church and several people have complained that I and several of the young folk never pick their heads up for messing with their electronic gadgets. I guess I'll listen.
See ya later.
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