This has been my week:

My dad has cancer. It's going to be ok. It was caught early. It's treatable. But, you know, my dad has cancer.

My boss had a biopsy, no results yet, but she made me promise that if she dies, I'll take care of the kids. She said, "You don't need any babies, you already have two."  Well, you know except that I'd like a few that came out of my body and not hers. And like, way to be weird and insensitive with a super serious request.

The cowboy couple is pregnant already. It's been 3.8 seconds. And the news was delivered with the following "I pray you find someone soon so you can have this too."

Where do I fucking find these people?

Surprisingly, given the set of shitbag circumstances, I'm in a fairly decent mood. I feel like cooking and baking and doing Christmasy shit. Why not? Life's too short to be pissed off.  I feel like I figured out some stuff that has been knawing at me. I feel like things are what they are. I can change them or accept them, but complacent misery isn't going to fix anything. So I'm choosing not to be miserable :)

Ho Ho Ho.