Something I picked up from my inbox

Sent by my Auntie:

What is the difference between girls/women aged: 8, 18, 28, 38, 48, 58. 68, and 78?

At 8 -- You take her to bed and tell her a story.

At 18 -- You tell her a story and take her to bed.

At 28 -- You don't need to tell her a story to take her to bed.

At 38 -- She tells you a story and takes you to bed.

At 48 -- She tells you a story to avoid going to bed.

At 58 -- You stay in bed to avoid her story.

At 68 -- If you take her to bed, that'll be a story!

At 78 -- What story??? What bed??? Who are you???

Hilarious.

My Auntie cracks me up.


So yeah Mark left for Sydney

Again.

But he left something for me.

It was waiting for me when I dropped by Jono's house last night.

He already left. He thought you finish at four, Jono said.

Oh, I can't believe I didn't get to see him, I replied.

Well, wait here. He's got something for you, he said.

He came out of the house with the flowers.

I helped him pick it out, he said.

It was so sweet of him to leave something for me.

I bawled my eyes out. Cried on Jono's shoulder and drove off.

Everytime he leaves for Sydney, he leaves me brokenhearted. Confused and disoriented.

But I'm still coming back for more.

The situation right now is Oh-so complicated and I'm still too shitscared to be with someone again.

I'll wait for him, sure. But I'm not going to mope while waiting.

I'll get on with my life while he sorts his stuff out.

Because right now, that's all I have to offer.