waiting for the other shoe to drop...

Well, friends...

Friday is the day. D-Day. Yes, it was supposed to be LAST Friday. Because of circumstances beyond my control... it didn't happen. And short of hog-tying someone down or hiring a sumo wrestler, I've had few choices. I wait. I pray. I don't sleep well. And I cry... sometimes.

SO I am waiting for the other shoe to drop. The result will mean I will either be grateful... or be very sad.

I'm feeling kinda pessimistic again. I don't want to get my hopes up and ride the roller coaster of tears again...

I've decided that if I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, I am going to choose to drop Birkies. Might as well be comfortable... and might as well make Peace Bang crazy. Though I will say I have been ahead of the game and my tastefully decorated toes are quite lovely peeping out at the top.

Tomorrow to occupy my mind I am going to clean the patio and plant flowers... and just enjoy a bit of God space. If you are inclined to come pull some weeds, you'll know where to find me.

Deb