[ SECRET POST #3805 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3805 ⌋

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Re: Nonnie Check Ins

[(Anonymous)]

Drunk mom anon here, still stewing over deciding not to go to Paris in a couple weeks, but even if mom wasn't on hospice care right now, I've got sixteen baby chicks shipping tomorrow, a new cat, and my ever-present hoarder heap to shovel into the trash. My favorite actor is still gonna be on the show I was going to go to the Paris convention for, and my second favorite actor from the show is doing a ton of conventions this summer, so even if she doesn't guest star next season, I can get their autographs separately some other time. And if I put off Paris until later, I can go for a couple weeks instead of just a weekend. Still jealous of the people going, though, this was gonna be my reward for graduating (aside from just fucking having a degree.)

I made cinnamon rolls this morning for a friend/coworker who got promoted. When I came home from work, I got halfway through assembling a flat-pack chicken coop so I have somewhere safe to put the chicks (and a broody hen I hope will adopt them.) Won't see mom again until Tuesday, hoping to bring her home for a visit on Thursday. She hasn't been home since February or out of bed since last Saturday. Bought 10 yards of fabric for this year's SDCC cosplay, but I'll probably need 10 more, it's a big fucking bustle dress. So my life's... going, even if part of me's always wailing in terror about losing my mom. When she goes, my family'll consist of her older brother and his husband, who I see maybe once a year, and my dad's younger brother and his wife, who at least live in the same state.