Politics, religion, race and gender all set aside, the one thing all living beings share in life is death.
It’s okay to talk about dying, in fact, it’s a good thing. Talking about death doesn’t bring it any closer, it just helps us to be more prepared and to be grateful for the time we have.
Let’s talk about it.
This afternoon we went to the store to pick up some ingredients for Michael’s famous spinach and artichoke dip (we’re not going anywhere, we’re just being gross and going to eat ALL that cheesy, greasy, delicious goodness ourselves… because SCHNACKS!!)
There’s supposed to be some ice this weekend, maybe a little snow. And in Kentucky, when a storm is coming, there’s this weird thing people around here do; They ALL go to the store, (at the same time) and completely wipe out the entire bread isle, and buy every jug of milk. If you’re unfortunate enough to run out of bread and need some that day, you might luck out and find one smushed package of hot dog buns left. Seriously.
Anyway, everyone was at the store and, I kid you not, everyone was in the parking lot too, drinking beer and hanging out around a fleet of Jeeps. WHERE ARE WE? Thanks Kentucky.
Kentucky’s bipolar when it comes to weather, we’re not sure what’s going down, but it will probably be some gross stuff!
At least everyone can make their bread and milk sandwiches!
Sometimes bad friends pay visits at the worst times.
During such a time, I managed to write about our day together and come up with this story.
Anxiety is very real.
He comes in many different forms.
Be nice to yourself.
You are not crazy.
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The holiday’s are finally over, which means we can all get back in our antisocial bubbles. It’s not that we don’t like people, we just like being with each other way more. WAY more. <3