What the hell? I have set two separate alarms to make sure I don’t sleep on the couch, and I somehow slept though BOTH of them! Damnit girl! you need to stop that shit!
Anyhow, it was raining this morning, so no walking.
Today is the day I tell Squeaky and Spike about Mollie. I am nervous, but hopeful. A lot of the folks I spoke with Saturday - their kids seemed accepting. At the end of the day, I’ll still be their father. I guess that’s the thing that gets me. Several of the other people at the meeting were triggered by by their kids calling them Dad and not Mom, which I do not get. I do not want my kids to call me “Mom” or anything like that. Mrs Magill had that shit down. Why would I want to dilute that?
I usually add garlic until the ghosts of Mrs Magill’s ancestors whisper, “That’ll do, dear.”