I have a treat for you!
(But I will steal all the Reese’s first. Sorry.)
I’m just kidding. That’s my daughter’s haul from last Halloween.
I have a different treat for you.
(It’s the mother of all Valentine’s Day treats.)
I’m still kidding. I would never say that to any of you. I think it’s hilarious, though. And kind of fitting for me. To give my husband. (Hahaha but not totally kidding.)
Seriously, though, I do have a treat for you. And it is this:
I am not going to write about how sad or anxious or depressed I am. For a whole post!
[Here is where I started to write about how hard it is for me to not write about those things because they have overtaken my life. But then I realized that that was writing about those things so I ruined everything. Honestly, though, this is far more difficult than it should be. My life is empty so I don’t know what to write about.]
My sister sent me a card. (In the mail, yes, with a postage stamp and everything.) It said: “I have officially run out of swear words. Now what?”
When I opened it, I found that she wrote: “This card made me think of you.” It’s so nice to know that swear words make her think of me.
It’s funny, but really. What the fuck?
He is so fucking hot. If I gave him that heart candy, I’d mean it literally and it would be a request.
p.s. — Yes, I did start swearing even more after I received that card. Oh, and I shared it with my daughter and she said it would have made her think of me, too. I’ve got a great reputation among my family members.