So, there I was. Friday. A day filled with lots of emotion and contemplation. A day where I heard words that I never thought I'd hear from my son. A day where I determined that the lie that dude told on his way out of town wasn't going to rest in my soul for very long at all.
We napped a bit. I ran (as recommended by the doctor I saw on Thursday). I threw up on that run. I met a sweet Jewish lady and fixed her computer and got her phone working. She is now a life long friend; I just know it.
After dropping off my daughter for some teenage funtivities, the boys and I came home and I showered. On my way into the shower, I did something I haven't done in almost 9 years, except for the occasional cleaning.
I took my wedding ring off.
and then, about 4 hours later, I realized that it was rather interesting that I would do such a thing. 5 days before my 9th anniversary on the very day that our forefathers declared independence...I took off my ring.
How sad that I can't help but wonder what it will take for me to lose the tan line?!?!
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