Here’s a sad fact! Today was the first day I’ve ever gone to school without Salem in my life because we got him right before I started kindergarten.
If you watched Dancing with the Stars last night Hannah goes to my former high school!
At ten, she was moreover noisy and wild, hated confinement and cleanliness and loved nothing so well in the world as rolling down the green slope at the back of the house. At fifteen, appearances were mending; she began to curl her hair and long for balls; her complexion improved, her features were softened by plumpness and colour, her eyes gained more animation, and her figure more consequence. Her love of dirt gave away to inclination for finery, and she grew clean as she grew smart. To look almost pretty, is an acquisition of higher delight to a girl who has been looking plain the first fifteen years of her life, than a beauty from her cradle can ever imagine
Summer can’t come soon enough.
The Humira people still haven’t contacted me. I called my GI’s nurse and she said she sent it in but to call her back if I still don’t hear anything.
Either it just didn’t snow on Salem’s grave or one of my parents cleaned it off…which I was contemplating doing too.
Also someone on fb checked into a bar called Salem’s.
This is my proudest moment.
I don’t think people understand that my body needs to get a certain amount of sleep. I cannot just skip those hours or I’ll be out of commission for the next week. It doesn’t work like that for the chronically ill. Skipping sleep isn’t easy or doable or a simple solution. It is an impossibility.