eh …

I just ate chocolate mouse for breakfast … im more disgusted at the fact that im not disgusted by what i ate for breakfast … by the fact that i justify it by being a dairy product and that dairy is breakfast food.

my bestfriends pop is dying.  They are like family, its hard watching them watch death.  Everything is on hold, no plans can be made, they have accepted it, grieved to a certain degree and now just waiting for the next part.   I feel for them, her mum grew up in that house, and now her father is dying in that house, the green house on station street, the only green house on station street.  Once he is gone, the house will be gone.  When someone passes on, theres so much more to say goodbye to than just that person.

My bestfriend is devastated that he will never get to hold her children, she knows that he will always be in spirit with her, but all she wants to be able to see her pop hold her child and bond. 

Its a sad time indeed.

Maybe thats why i ate the mouse for breakfast.   Nah .. who am i kidding …

Im babysitting tonight, the beautiful charlie bug, house sitting for two weeks as of next weekend while they go visit chris in NY while he is on tour.  Looking forward to that … i will get to sleep in because it will only take me 25 mins to get to work instead of an hour.   How lovelly.  All i want is sleep at the moment, my birthday is in a week, and if someone gave me a huge amount of sleep wrapped up in a bow, then i would be the happiest girl ever.