Friends, I hate to do this to you again but I don’t have a funny today.
Husband is fine. I’m… physically healthy. I’m sat right here on the couch beside him watching him get murdered by dinosaurs in pursuit of… other dinosaurs. It should be a lovely evening but I’ve got a migraine and a tummy full of knots from a full day of crying and drama and more crying.
It was a hell of a weekend and I find all I really want in this crazy fucked-up world is to tell you about it.