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Hey, you.

I'm so sorry you are having such a hard time with M these days...It's not whining. It's acknowledging that you're a little sad. Despite your great visit so far with your folks and JJ's surprise vacation, and having the Husband of the Year, you're a little blue. Of course you are. It's the holidays; it's what people do during the holidays--think about what's missing despite everything that's still there. Give yourself that.

Can you talk to J or your parents about it? How are your parents are with it all? Quietly supportive? As in, we know not to bring it up because we'll all become a mess, but we know what's on your mind because it's on our minds too? Or in complete denial? Or bringing it up at every turn? Maybe you can reach out--if and when you can. In the end I bet that will feel better than Prozac. But what do I know?

One half-day left before my "[h]oliday" begins, and I'm quite looking forward to it. For years and years I'd spend most of the night before Thanksgiving--what my b-i-l J calls the biggest night of the year--at Stella's. But now, I haven't done that in years. You know, ever since I got all responsible and what not. ;-) Instead, I enjoy that half day of school to follow it with a grown up lunch and the last opportunity to shop without nightmarish lines. Then I go home and relax, knowing I don't have to wake up in the morning, and don't have to be anywhere until 3. I love that. Love, love, love that.

Also love being able to post whenever...

For now, I sign off. I'll write tomorrow, maybe tomorrow night after my grown up lunch, and will definitely call between now and Thanksgiving.

Love you, B

PS Oh, and for the record, I decided that a) you probably wish you had stuck with the smaller Pandora chain and 2) since I haven't sent yet that along with J's t-shirt, I'm going to wait a little longer to include a couple of more things... xoxo