Didn't Nobody Tell You, the House Will Always Win.

" Your legs are shot and they're flushed with pain
But you can't keep them still
The sun sets and you're afraid
Of the itching in your skin"

Yesterday started off nicely, which is good. We went to our normal Saturday breakfast spot with my parents and brother. We always have the same waitress. Always. She's great. Remembers our names, stories, and since we are all creatures of habbit, our orders as well. Always has drinks what seems like before we sit down. Except the last time she saw me was before Finn was born. So my dad's sudden pace increase to get to her first didn't surprise me. Fire a warning shot.

Hubby and I went to Applefest in Chambersburg. I didn't see one apple. I called shenanigans. He wasn't amused. We got some tarts for the burners and a wall hanging for an empty spot on one of our arches.

After that, we went to the grave site for the first time since the funeral. I noticed the day of the funeral that he is buried next to a little girl. I checked yesterday, and on her marker it also says 2013-2013. She had a Hello Kitty pumpkin and little flag. Anyone who knows me knows that Hello Kitty was my first love. She was my first tattoo. Next time I visit, I think I'm going to drop off a stuffed Hello Kitty I have and leave my name and number, in case the mommy needs someone to talk to.

It definitely sucked. Even writing about it sucks. I'm literally crying as I write this. The lion hubby left is still there. I don't know what to do about him, though. Leaving him in the elements will make him deteriorate, and I know I won't be able to handle seeing that. As much as I want to take that lion and sleep with him every night for the rest of my life, Hubby left him there for a reason. That lion is our son's, and he will have him for as long as I can keep him there. I just don't know if there's a case or something I can get to preserve him or what. I'll have to look around when I go out on Tuesday.