Thankful for the little things

Alicia is covering for me so I can scatter my mom’s ashes, and she was really nice about it.

For anyone who is interested:

On Friday, April 30th, We are leaving from my house at 10 a.m.
We are stopping for (amazing) sundaes at Putnam Pantry then making our way to halibut point to scatter her ashes.

We are going to get sundaes because I promised my mother I would take her remains to get ice cream.

Just let me know.


Everything seems to be going wrong. My schedule has destroyed my energy, my sanity, and the few remaining scraps of my relationship. Now I don’t even know if I will be able to scatter my mothers ashes. My family didn’t ask me before they schedule and I will be working, and its a Friday during cake season.
I know it will all work out but it is just another stress in a big pile of them.

They should really change the name “group project,”when was the last time anyone has worked on one where 99 percent of the work wasn’t done by one person? When?

I think I am going on a hunger strike until I am no longer responsible for taking care of the men in my life and they have to actually give a shit.