My trip to see my parents was awesome. We just had a really, really fun weekend hanging out and chatting and playing with the dogs. My dad gets the biggest kick out of the two idiots. He was particularly tickled by them yesterday morning when they loped all around the backyard, following a magpie. They didn't run at it or bark or anything, just followed it around. Dorks.
Speaking of the pups: I bought seat belts for them and they didn't even NOTICE they were in them. They did fine! And I was relaxed the whole trip knowing I wouldn't catapult them out the front window. A. laughed when I told him and said it confirmed that I love the dogs more than him. Hardly. I love them all to the point of bursting.
I told my dad about my depression and anxiety diagnosis and what I have been up to for the past six months to deal with it, and you guys, he was glad to hear I was getting help. He was really sad that I was dealing with it, but so relieved I was not going to let it take away my life. He is such a good, thoughtful, strong father. I am so, so fortunate.
Also! He agreed with me wholeheartedly when I spouted off that weed should be legalized and taxed. HE IS SO COOL. And smart. (If I do say so myself!)
I woke up this morning so happy and content, but wishing there weren't so many miles between my family and I.
A. got a turkey! Er, does anyone know how to cook a turkey, let alone a wild turkey?