Seems there's a major malfunction in my tidy little bubble. I got attached.
My friend is leaving...in the words of my 4 year old philosopher niece, I am happy (for them) but I am sad too - and dammit, 3 IPAs turn you into a great sobbing mess in the elevator of the parking garage.
If this is human, I do not approve.
*hug* i know the feeling, and it sucks.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the club.
ReplyDeleteUs humans do things like that.
I'd rather wrestle a bear than a bunch of wild emotions.
Sigh... in commiseration.
In addition... wished you lived closer. We could go to the range and lose all the angst in a great big cloud of gun smoke....
ReplyDeleteLove the smell of IMR powders... like a cool breeze on a warm day.
thank you, fenix...
ReplyDelete& Just one state over, carteach0 - but you might be right, perhaps a trip to the range is what I need...
Big state... made that drive, takes a long time. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteYup... range time does clear the head and bring back to center, no pun intended.
I know...except for me it was 3 Purple Hazes and an Ameretto Sour
ReplyDelete:( I miss them so much already and they aren't even gone yet!