Vacation Time…
I’m on vacation this week, a vacation that started out with my nephew howling at the train station “Please don’t move away forever, Auntie!!”. And for a moment, just one little moment, I thought of threatening to stay away FOREVER if he ever wanders right into the ring IN FRONT OF MY HORSE while I am riding him again. But then I figured, hey, the poor kid is probably still traumatized from the time I fed him hummingbird food in a bottle at three a.m. He likely doesn’t need any more tramautic experiences at the hands of his beloved Auntie.
My vacation was interrupted today by going on a date, and when I say that it was interrupted by a date I mean that it actually was. Dating for me is like a full time job; the stress and anxiety and amount of workplace-appropriate shoes I need is really that important. I went on a date and it was fun and he was nice and in the end, CAN I GO BACK TO BEING SINGLE NOW?
And PHEW, the answer to that one is always yes because every time I meet someone I fancy just a little bit, he turns out to be a stalker or insane or unemployed or the father of five children or a chronic back-waxer. And I just can’t put my poor mother through another of THOSE types of men.

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