I was totally okay with taking this trip until this weekend. When we were planning it I asked my husband, deadly serious if he was okay and he thought about it for a bit and promised me that yes he would be okay and then this weekend he decided to act like a lonely lost puppy and all sad and depressed and pathetic and he has officially freaked me the heck out. I am exhausted but I'm scared which apparently means I shouldn't sleep because I'm 'tarded that way.
I was totally cool until this weekend and now I'm freaked and I wanna go beat him over the head for making me worry after he promised he would be okay.
I am Ami and this is my little corner of the interweb to pollute as I see fit. Sometimes I'll be boring, sometimes I might even be funny. I can guarantee I'll be random, verbose, occasionally deep, and I'll definitely over share. This is probably the closest a person can get to seeing the actual contents of the inside of my head. Stay if you enjoy my ranting, go if you don't. Either one is okay because here, I write for me.
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