I’m only getting around to blogging about D.C. now because…well, honestly? I’ve been sad. Down. Blue.
There I said it.
Now, please do not call me/email me/Facebook me because you feel bad for me. I appreciate it, but I hesitate to write about sad things because the last thing I want is for anyone to feel bad for me. I’m very British that way… So if you read this and want to do something for me, send cupcakes*. But please! No awkward conversations. Or those sad puppy dog eyes. We don’t need to go down that road.
I’m sad because Brisket is gone. And the visit to DC- while great- made me realize it even more. I know I’m capable of handling things without him around, but it’s harder…and not nearly as fun… Add to that a toddler repeatedly asking for her daddy to get her some milk, or put her to bed, or read her a story. And, I’m sad.
So, give me a week or so to wallow with some alcohol and baked goods as my companions…and I’ll be back with DC stories soon.
*Which my brilliant sister did. She’s kind of awesome that way.