the plates were clanging

and i thought she was packing. pipe dreams. it's the little things.

had a WRETCHED conversation at happy hour tonight about parents and elderly-ness and nursing care, and other terrible topics that you never think of before 21. well maybe some people do, but thank the good Lord I did not. I am just so thankful over and over again that my parents are so healthy and strong and capable and there for me. and that they have each other. how important. wow what a terrible route to go down...and in so many ways happy that i do'nt have siblings to fight about stupid shit, i.e. money. i don't really care for a dime, i would rather have my parents for the next 40 years. I can't believe people fight about familial money. i just don't get it. maybe becuase my family doesn't have money, ha.