Dear Bitchy and Sassy,
The events of this afternoon have restored my faith in the "power that makes all things right”.
I’ve been feeling a little out of sorts lately, off kilter if you will, with how things have been going. You two have been having coffee (sweet jesus I NEVER thought I’d see the day), shopping, going out to eat, whispering in your rooms on the weekend, and basically (dare I SAY it?) LIKING each other.
I’m a bit verklempt.
We’ve spent the last 15 years separating the two of you for fear of bodily harm. This span of quietness has been incredibly unnerving.
Then, as I pulled into the driveway today after school, I heard a sound that was music to my ears. “What is that? Could it be? Are they…” and I RAN to the house.
I burst into the living room to an incredible litany of words that frankly I haven’t heard for months! I think I managed to hear “pants”, “bitch”, “stealing” and several other words that I would love to utter here, but since one of us in the family needs a job, I refrain from repeating them.
Ahh. It was like sweet, sweet music to my ears. Perhaps, just perhaps, there IS something right with the world. (Sigh, my girls AREN’T completely grown up yet.)
Now, you two %$#@*-es clean up the broken glass and dirt from my broken planter, and then we’ll celebrate this event with a batch of brownies. (I mean celery.)
Life is good, indeed.