"All the single ladies, all the single ladies ..."
I occasionally mention the lovely, but mysterious, 'M' on these 'ere pages. I mention her just enough so as not to bore the reader, but enough so the aforementioned reader knows she exists, is real.
She is a wonderful person. Thoughtful, loving, generous and caring.
But today she did something that I'm not sure we can find our way back from. Something that I don't think can be forgotten easily. Something that all the quiet discussion, tears, honesty, can mend.
Under the guise of being, "for the children", she made me watch Alvin and the Chipmunks; the Squeakquel.
I guess one day we'll be able to discuss it, remember it, laugh about it.