Y'all have become my go-to "Don't do that!" people.  I wanted to call him last night, so instead I composed a post.  But Typepad was down, so I couldn't actually post it.  Anyway, here it is.  A bit rambling, so forgive that.

Signs I wasn't expecting this:

1. Friday I went out and bought a new sweater.  V-neck, brown, perfect for wearing over my sexiest black bra.  Which won't happen now, because, like most sexy bras, it is not comfortable, so I don't wear it without reason. 
2. I also bought cold cuts to make sandwiches to bring hiking.  Generally, I don't eat cold cuts.  Not really into sandwiches.
3. I also bought Mountain Dew.  Not only did I buy non-diet soda, but it's Mountain Dew.  I hate Mountain Dew!  One of the worst things about the south, IMO.  So, now I have to give the Mountain Dew to someone. 

Remember how I was all upset that MW broke up with me over e-mail.  Well, I see that in a new light now.  If we were still in touch, I might actually thank him for at least telling me he was breaking up with me. 

Jasper spent all last night trying to make me feel better.   He's sweet and sensitive.  (Ri is less sensitive, but has been giving me more bonks.)  However, the gift of the dead cockroach was a bit misguided.  (It's just gotten cold here.  So many bugs in the house.)

Conversation with my mom:

Mom:  My mother always told me, "Life goes on."

WG:  Yea, but she's dead.

Oh, do you think it means something that when things go wrong in my life, I want to get on a plane and go back to New England?