Sometimes it’s nice to find humor in strange places. For example, Molly loves to open and close drawers and sometimes she will attempt to do mini pull-ups whilst hanging from a drawer. Humorous, yes. Unsafe, um….yeah..

The best part about her making me laugh is that when I laugh, she laughs. She gets this HUGE toothless grin on her face and she belly laughs like my laughing at her is the funniest thing in the universe. It’s the best, happiest feeling I get lately. She also says “Mama” which I quite honestly think is her trying to say “Molly” but she cannot say “L’s” yet. She also has this roll ball with a cat on it, and it meows. When it meows, I tell her “That’s a kitty!” and she tries to say “Khhhhh” “Khhhh”. It’s like she’s hissing.

I need humor to keep me sane. I don’t talk about a lot of things that have been going on, because I like to keep the private stuff private, but I will come out and say it.

I am in the middle of a divorce.  Last week H’s lawyer sent me an email with a “Proposed request for full custody of Molly”. I almost puked. Are you fucking kidding me? I mean seriously. I cried. and cried. and cried some more.

I’d love to write what I really think….but I’ll save that for a time when it cannot be used against me. Let’s just say I am really really pissed off.

So, you can blame last weeks happenings for me being kind of off the radar. I have not felt like myself and all the Zoloft in the world cannot fix it.

If you have emailed me, I will write back soon, I promise. If you have requested to join the D-List I will get you listed asap.

Thanks as always for your love and support.