Lunch...

It was fun...sitting around in an undisclosed location and watching as my daughter played with her uncle and grandfather. Watching these two grown men acting like fools. She giggled and laughed. I loved it...yet at the same time I was embarrassed as my Dad swatted at the air acting as though he was under her control. Worried about what the people around me were thinking.

That is one of my worst problems, I care too damn much what others think. Peoples whose opinion will have no direct effect on my life and I still give a shit whether or not they think we are weird. There was a time when I tried to shock. There was a time when I sought out ways to get people talking. In some ways I miss it. But I also think that there has to be a happy medium. A middle ground...a place where we can make life more interesting without totally crossing over into the inappropriately bizarre.

Oh well, we shall have to see where the next few months take me.