Love From Rena

So that BF and I can keep all the weddings, bach parties, showers and traveling etc. straight for this summer.  Wedding season begins next week.

Taking way too long to pick out a credit card image….

I would rather cut my ears off with a butter knife.

Last night my mama said to do something in honor of my brother.  She had planted flowers for him.  I thought about it and just couldn’t get out of my bed.  Later, BF told me we must get out and that we would be going for icecream.  So we did just that.

I ate my blizzard and he took me for a drive.  And do you know know where that took me?  To the tattoo shop.  Where I promptly decided that this was the exact thing to do for my bro. 

There is a little number 22 on my rib.  It has 2 meanings.  It has always been my lucky number.  It is also the age that my brother was when he left this earth.  It was the perfect thing to do for him.  He would have given me the thumbs up on a tat in his memory.

Coworkers are all in DEEP discussion about Tough Mudder this weekend. Like huddled around a map of the course while brainstorming ideas on stratigic planning.  They have explained this already 3 times to me. I should be more enthusiastic/supportive?  And if I didn’t have plans, I would be interested to cheer them on help them in this endeavor fight for survival. 

But mostly, I just hope that they are all alive come Monday.