I never thought i would leave. But after forty years, i had had enough!

LOL. Last night i dreamed about my t so hard! It went on and on and on. I almost called him today to talk about it. But i wont call until i clean my house.

Speaking of old stuff - i ordered a place setting of the dishes my parents had when i was growing up. And received them. So weird. First i smelled milk. Not from them, it was just the sense memory. Then i heard my name. Like being called for dinner. Like it was the only time i heard my name spoken, at dinnertime. I remember i hated when my dad bought the new dish set, i always wanted to set my place with the old ones.