It's Wednesday. Thank goodness it's not Monday. So that's a positive.
I found out yesterday on my way home, from picking up our daughter from my mom's house, that a friend of mine, who was battling cancer had passed away the night before. Her funeral is on Friday. Our church is hosting it along with the pot luck afterward. Why is it that when a friend dies, it's harder than when a parent dies? That's how I feel at least. Maybe I had accepted my dad's passing long before he died (2 years ago) while he was in the hospital due to cancer throughout his body. I had time then to prepare myself. And it's not like the friend that passed away was close, but we had a good time together when we were playing bells for church. Once, her mallet went flying back to the back row on accident. Duck!!! Her and I played the big bells, the ones that are too heavy to pick up and ring. So we had mallets.
So i have that on my mind. I also have H and that whole mess on my mind, and that the other night i flat out asked him if "she" is pregnant. We were in the middle of an argument, and it just came out. Oh my gosh. Why then??? So needless to say, it's a bit tense in our house right now.
there's more... my mom has a biopsy come the 16th of this month. She had 2 mamo's and an ultrasound, and there's something there. She is religious about getting her mamos every year, like clockwork. There wasn't anything there last year.
Today was a bad day to wear mascara.