No word as of yet on Jack. The waiting sucks. I am doing a better emotionally now than what I was this morning. A nap, a good cry, a great fuck and my mom's comfort food made everything all better. My mom did some major cleaning out of her closets. She found some old photos of me and a few of her. The photos she has of when I was a teenager. Even then I had big boobies, the photos are of me and an old boyfriend MG. MG was the guy that deflowered yours truly. I didn't share this with my mom. Even though her birth control advice to me was "Maeve, your throat won't get pregnant", she still did not want to know I was doing the wild thing at such a young age.
We have to go to Cost Co/Sam's club to get Pudd'n a new vcr. He's killed yet another one. I think I will pick myself up a bottle of wine. I am hoping they will have a yoga for stress relief on CD there. Until then, thanks for listening to me whine & rant. It has been one hell of an emotional rollercoaster this week.