"Two thousand two hasn't been a very good year."
"No, it hasn't."
I was surprised that he agreed with me. I know he is
unhappy about the risk of having a new boss -- an unknown quantity -- and
I know he hates to travel without me (he'll be in Vegas starting Friday).
But he did survive layoffs. We're living together. We have our health.
We pay our rent [reminder to self to write a check tonight].
I found out this morning that my grandfather had a
heart attack yesterday. I am told he is ok. I handled the news to the
best of my ability. When I told Matthew, his face reflected how I felt. He
cannot hide his emotions. We watched A.I.
this evening and I warned him.
If the movie is at all sad, I'm going to cry.
I had tears inside me all day, and I knew the slightest
hint of sadness would set me off. And so I cried.
I am off. I am only writing to try to get my emotions
out. Be gone. I want to sleep.
I have lovely photos from the wonderful birthday party
I attended yesterday, which I am going to post without comment.
PornEaster will surely become and Easter Eve tradition
for years to come...
Ok, some comment is required. Yes, the above
left image is of Bryan hungrily devouring porn found during the porn
easter egg hunt. Yes, the above right image is of Katya's crotch. Yes,
she did get Mardi Gras beads for taking off her shirt [well, not really].
Yes, she did model her "be mine" underwear for us. We would never have
attended PornEaster if these things weren't going to happen.
And yes, we did watch:
Happy Birthday Mark!
