We were looking inside our refrigerator, and I was ashamed to admit that I think it had been there since Corb went to Georgia. "You don't want to know," I said, glancing at the picture of Bette Davis that we keep on the second shelf. "I think Baby Jane is younger than that chicken."
That'll be the nice thing about getting this show past me. Cleaning out the fridge. Wading through the pile of receipts that I have on my desk. Paying bills on time. Having my evenings to myself. Having my lazy Sunday afternoons back to myself, more than anything.
This has been fun, but there's been a lot of turmoil that has made things difficult. Some of it fun, like Disney. Some of it not so fun, like Corb's accident.
I'm looking forward to the next chapter. And, of course, I'm nervous about tonight. Will everything go off as planned? Fingers crossed!