The Bloggess

I'm totally excited to go meet Jenny Lawson The Bloggess today. Her book is amazing and she is a little bit of my idol. I also think she might be a figment of my imagination, but I'm totally cool with that. I like to say totally a lot. Blame the Valley Girl movement of the early eighties. Anyway, reading her book has made me laugh out loud, for real. And, going through this shit I'm mired in...well, let's just say that's pretty damn near a fucking miracle. Jenny has also made me get back in touch with my inner sailor. More on that later. So, laying in bed the other night - not just any bed, but my dad's bed (Dad who died four months before Brube) snuggled up next to my five year old, with the fourteen year old on the other side of her - I was snorting and crying tears of hysterical laughter while reading in the dark, praying that my kids wouldn't wake up. Then I got to her chapter that was comprised entirely of sticky notes left for Victor and suddenly I was sobbing. So, there you have it. Let's Pretend This Never Happened literally made me laugh and made me cry. It's awesome and you should all read it. Also, how fucking amazing is it that I'm going with one of my best friend's current wife AND his ex wife. Julie D is one of my most amazing sisterfriends and I'm so grateful to have her in my life. She's literally saved me more than once. Not many friends will dose a dying man every hour with morphine and crawl in bed next to you while you lie next to him waiting for him to die. Well, actually, in my life there are quite a few. But anyway, I'm unbelievably lucky to have all the D's (current and former) in my life. By the way, D's, if you want a super cool secret squirrel name for my blog let me know. Thanks to Jenny, The Bloggess, for giving me the courage to write some of this painful shit down. I'm a wimp. It hurts and I don't want to.