A Short Week

So it is Monday, and Thanksgiving is Thursday, and I am so not ready.  I actually don’t know what I’m making besides turkey, mashed potatoes, and stuffing.  Maybe some squash.  Shawn’s girlfriend is going to bring pie, so that’s taken care of.

My brother has been down in the dumps and I don’t know if I can help him.  I usually don’t say anything, because let’s face it, who really wants unsolicited advice?  It’s so odd because he had a lot more fun in his high school years than I did, he didn’t want for pals.  But romantically, I have fared far better than he.  It might be because I’m a girl–after all, Leif seemed to like me in my little witch dress the night we met at the Cardinal.   And I like dressing up.  But my brother–well, he needs an older brother to give him some advice or something on girls.  Starting with the whole “go ask them out” thing first.

Though it’s had it’s ups and downs these past few months, I feel like change was good for me.  Even if ultimately it isn’t my final path (and chances are it’s too early in my life to be my final path) the challenges of doing something different have been good for me.  And on the family front, I know how lucky I am.  I enjoy the company of my husband, I enjoy the company of my kids (mostly 😉  I want my brother to be happy too.

Author: ~R

I write about life, people, and the things that interest in me. Which often includes death, sex, friendship, and the future of humanity. I hope for the best in people and I prepare for the worst. But no matter what happens, change is constant and everything will be ok.

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