I haven’t felt much like talking. Or writing. Or anything. Last week was a tough pill for America to swallow. I feel like I’m drowning. I’ve been hiding. I deleted. (It’s been something I wanted to do for a while.)

I’ve gone dark.

But I’m crawling out. Ish.

I cried twice today. One was happy tears when I realized Erin was going to try out for The Sound of Music tonight! And two, when I realized my favorite Penguin SnuggleBlanketNightgown was in the wash and I pulled out my dad’s old flannel hoodie from the closet instead. Why was it on top of the pile? Who knows. Also, THIS FLANNEL HOODIE IS 32 YEARS OLD!

I’m not ready to write about it all, just yet. So I’m keeping it simple with a few HWMMSisms.

HWMMS: Go look at (friend’s) Facebook status. Right now!

Me: I deleted Facebook.

HWMMS: Arugh. You need to see it!

Me: Screenshot it and send to me.

HWMMS: I can’t, it’s too sad.

Me: And this proving my point of why I don’t want to be on Facebook…

And…

HWMMS (calling me on the phone from downstairs):  You need to check messenger.

Me: I deleted messenger from my phone, text. (Or just tell me while on the phone since you called me to tell me to check a message.)

This deleting Facebook experience is going to drive HWMMS mad.

Now back to avoiding life and plucking chin hairs to the tune of “deep in my skin lies a stubborn goat hair….” while yodeling of course.