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When I doubt myself, when I doubt everything else around me, I know that I have two grey kittens that will cuddle and love me. Love me no matter how I feel about myself or about others. Two grey kitties that love to steal my pillows and put their paws in my ear.
That is love/
Me: I’ve never been to Ohio. I know The Boy has been a bunch, but, have you ever been to Ohio?
Mom: Yeah. I almost hit a three legged dog in Ohio.
Me: I’m sorry what?
Mom: It was running across the highway. I was probably going seventy.
Me: Was the dog merging?
Mom: Pretty sure he was going cross traffic.
Me: Where the hell was a three legged dog going?
Mom: Across the highway.
Me: Are you fucking with me? I almost hit a three legged dog in Ohio sounds like some weird line from some movie.
Mom: Nope. Just a dog in Ohio that had someplace to be. That was the same week I survived hurricane Floyd.
Me: Now I know for sure you’re fucking with me.
Mom: Why would I lie about a three legged dog and hurricane Floyd?
Me: Well either you’re lying, or that was like the weirdest week ever.
Mom: Eh, not the weirdest. But to answer your question, yes, I have been to Ohio.
Writing and pre-studying and journaling and kittens. My life is not perfect, but there are these little tiny moments where I feel that no matter what I have an awesome bed, and I have great stuff to do most every day.
As soon as I’m done with my pre-studying though, I am totally going to watch some goofy television and think about showering.
All on my bed. Not much better to find in my life. All so delightful. I live a life full of warmth and delight, filled with hair that gives me allergy attacks.