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LIfe in general

 Spent the weekend with Doug and Jen, decorating their house.  Its literally my home away from home and i will be making them their own key to come and go at my place.  Their daughter is moving home with her two sons in a couple of months.  Life is changing.

So now they can run away too.

We were out shopping for the house and while standing in line, I heard a woman's voice.  I felt nauseous. I turned to look at her and got the absolute worst vibe ever.  I could see the toxic waving off of her.  She put my whole mood on funky.  I can't remember the last time i've had such a strong reaction to someone in public.

Not good.

Plane tickets are purchased..........florida here we come.  This will be my third year going to New Smyrna and i'm beyond excited to get there, and relax.  My favorite restaurant of all time is there, The Garlic.  and we have traditions.......we have to go to the Taco Shack, the Dairy Queen and The Breakers and Flagler Tavern.  But i would give up all of them if i could only choose one and it would be The Garlic.  

I ate mussels there (and i don't eat mussels) and snails (and i don't eat snails) that are simply the BEST things i have ever eaten.

And the beaches.

And of course, Doug and Jen.

This year we have all of shenanigans (whats left of us) going.  

I'm overwhelmed at work........thoughts of Mr. Tattoo (grrrr) my ex, the guy i just met.......Men just take up too much of the space in my head.


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