For a week now I've been blue about my friend Jen and my pretend grandbabies, Ady and Avery, moving away. We had a little goodbye party for Jen last weekend. I pretended that I was going to see her a lot more before she goes. But I'm not. Today, she called to let me know that the girls are leaving tomorrow - to go to Jen's mom's house - so Jen can focus on packing for the last few days.
I made plans to see the girls tonight after taking the dogs to the vet and going to the grocery store. At the grocery store, I bought all sorts of fresh veggies and fruits so I could start using my new Nutribullet. While shopping, I thought about all the evenings during the last year that I've eaten dinner with Jen, Kris, and the girls. I thought about sharing all my makeup with Ady. I thought about holding Avery when she was just days old. I thought about feeding her a bottle. I thought about being with her the first time she ate watermelon. I thought about many meals sharing a tv tray with Ady and hearing all the latest Ady stories. I thought about a year ago this Super Bowl weekend when I ate (and drank) at Jen's house while Ady unknowingly bought a (real) hundred dollars worth of (imaginary) coins to buy (imaginary) supplies for the (imaginary) puppy on my new iphone.
On the way back from the grocery store I went to Sonic to get a diet strawberry limeade.
I ended up eating my feelings. And it was ugly. REALLY ugly.
I ordered two hotdogs - one "Chicago style", one chili-cheese dog, and a large order of tater tots.
And here's the stupid, crazy, overeating maniac thing I did:
Because of my embarrassment and shame about ordering two hotdogs, I ordered
so it would look like the food order was for more than one person.
It would be funny if I wasn't feeling so sad.
Well, it's funny anyway.
I am going to miss my pretend grandbabies sooooooooooooooooooooooooo much.