I talked to my mother-in-law on New Year’s Eve to see how her holidays went. Okay, she said. “That shooting at that school, though. I couldn’t stop thinking about those families I didn’t feel much like celebrating.”
Oh, yes. That dark, dark cloud that hangs over this nation of ours.
Today I got in a Facebook pissing match with my nephew about guns. This gun thing I will never, ever understand, and even when the rational voice in my head is shouting DON’T GO THERE…….I do. I always do as if his middle-aged, left leaning aunt is going to change his mind about a culture that thinks a man and an assault rifle go together like Opie and his fishing pole.
A few weeks ago, somebody I work with said after the Sandy Hook shooting, “It’s like everything is ruined now.”
It does feel like that lately.
Tonight when I got home from work, my husband was on the phone talking to his daughter and looking pretty cute in his jeans and sweater.
No spandex from the bike trip home?
“I gotta go. My girlfriend just walked in the door and I need to take her out on a dinner date.
A Tuesday date? Out to dinner?
Sometimes that guy knows what I need even when I don’t.