#77: Lyn

Happy belated birthday, Lyn. 

I quite honestly had moved on with my life, but it has been suggested you still check in from time to time. So in case you're here, happy birthday. 

 I had toyed with the idea of posting directly to your blog, but decided against it in the interest of keeping the peace. 

The powers that be seem to think I spend my waking hours "sniping" and taking swipes at you. Honestly, I haven't had much time to do my own crap here lately, much less worry about someone who, last time I checked, was doing okay, or at least was keeping on keeping on. That was at least several months ago, if not more. I find it difficult to believe it would have changed in that time. 

I'm debating the irony of your hub's comment about moving on....posted to a blog entry that was uploaded more than a year ago. Your guess is as good as mine; you married the guy, and so must have some inkling of what is going on in there. 

I am a " hot mess" at times, and my blog entries occasionally resemble a flaming hot dumpster fire covered in llama poo. I have never claimed otherwise. Hence the title of the blog: I apologize in advance. 

I do think of you often. Not in the sense of sentimentality's sake, but just wondering how things are going and hoping it's going well for you and hubs (and your 4,668,432 bumblebee action figures!) 

Still waiting for that novel you were writing, even though my taste in books nowadays runs to plants and related science-y things. 

You've got my email, should you choose to write. If not, understood, have a good day. (There are days I fail to understand why anyone would want to talk to me, either.) 

I wish you well, and happiness, and all that Hallmark greetings stuff. 

Peace and love and all that drek,

Kraneia (aka critter, or "that asshole")