Dang.

All day yesterday I had the feeling that I was forgetting something. Everytime I wrote the date down it seemed familiar but I just shrugged it off as being the birthday of some long lost friend. When I got home, my dad called. It was the 12th anniversary of losing my mother. How could I have forgotten that? I even got that great tattoo a few months ago to keep her close. I feel so guilty. I'll blame it on being exceedingly busy yesterday. Which worked out great by the way.

The only wrinkle left is keeping my big blabbermouth shut at work all day today about one of the things I love most in the world because I chose dragonboating over a staff meeting. How do I get myself into these things? Sigh.

kxx