*So, I come home from work and I'm dickin' around on the internet as I normally do and I come across this:
my ex at Cannes with his stupidly-named fiancé. Even though I chose to end the (fake) relationship, I'm not going to lie to you folks, it hurts. As my (ever patient and always enabling) best friend said, "It's the end of an era."
*In other celebrity boyfriend news: I'm very excited for the new season of True Blood, mainly because of Christopher Meloni. I had given up on these books long ago and was really only watching the show because after two glasses of wine I was able to overlook the gaping holes in the plot and it was sorta entertaining, but then came Christopher Meloni. Hellloooo. I watched Oz. I know he's not a shy man when it comes to his body. (Hint: Full Frontal. Click here if young eyes are not in the room, you are not at work, and you are no prude.) I predict this will be a very good season. (By the way: Don't watch Oz. That show scarred me in so many ways and has left some really awful images permanently tattooed on my brain.)
*I'm in eighties mode lately and finding myself listening to a lot of The Smiths or Morrissey. Which inevitably always makes me think of a friend I had shortly after I graduated high school who told me that I "look like a girl that Morrissey would like." Considering most people think of Morrissey as either gay or asexual, I'm not sure where this puts me or why she thought this was something you tell your friend. Then I go onto her Facebook page and am reminded of all the many reasons why I hate this very toxic gal and why we aren't friends anymore.
*Jay and I spent Mother's Day together, away from the two people that call me "Mother." Just as I wanted it. That sounds terrible doesn't it? But it's the truth. I'm a better mother when I can get a break from them. We ended up at Cargo, which is a store I could easily spend hours getting lost in. The store is filled with imported tchotchkes and vintage looking items.
*My old lady cat is losing her vision. Actually, at this point she's pretty much lost it altogether. She wanders around meowing and walking into walls/furniture/people. Although she's otherwise healthy (as healthy as a 16 year old cat can be), I'm now reminded on a daily basis that she isn't going to be here forever. Jay and I got her before we were married and we joke that she's our 'first child'. It's hard to imagine her not in our lives.