why do the good ones always move away?

This weekend was a pretty sad one. No, not because I was stuck inside on the couch with a sore knee and sore hands (stupid crutches) when it finally decided to be beautiful and spring-like outside (although that was kind of sucky). No, instead the sadness was because Other Me, Mr. C, and Bru-dog, moved away to PEI on Saturday. I’m still in denial, I’m not going to lie, so it hasn’t quite hit me yet that they are gone. It is starting to sink in though...there was a moment on Sunday where km, Chaz, and I were going out for gelato and I thought, “We should call Other Me and Mr. C, they would totally be down for gelato!” only to then remember they were no longer around. Sigh.

People as good as Other Me and Mr. C don’t come along very often. And, while I’m happy that they will still be in my life, even if only from afar, I am profoundly sad that I won’t be able to hang out with them on a regular basis anymore. They made life so much more fun and rich in all kinds of subtle ways and I loved that they were always up for anything…I keep wondering if there’s some way I can convince them to move back… Double sigh.

So best of luck in PEI, you crazy kids—everyone there is so lucky to have you. Please come back and visit soon…we’ll be out your way as soon as we can.

Here we are with bellies full of all-you-can eat sushi. From left to right: Papa Other Me, Momma Other Me, Mr. C, Chaz, Secret Weapon, Moi and Crutchy McCrutcherson, Other Me, and KM (aka: Chrisopher, Male).

Some mandatory zombie action. I'm not sure what's going on with my face there, but I'm going to blame my knee because that seems like the right thing to do.

Ever the performer, Bru-dog (my most entertaining nephew) decided to “kill” this old racquet (he usually kills a stool, but that had already been packed away, so he had to get creative). Oh how I’m going to miss his crazy Bru-tricks. *sniff*