Yesterday was my Dad’s 68th birthday. I had a great visit. We had a wonderfu dinner and next came cake and ICE-CREAM.  I kept contemplating back a forth in my mind, should I have ice-cream or not.  It was "Tin Roof Sundae" my favorite. For those of you who haven’t had Tin Roof, it’s vanilla ice-cream with chocolate fudge swirls and chocolate covered peanuts. At first I told myself NO! No! No! But I could hear it calling me from across the room. Sasha, SASHA, finally I gave in, I couldn’t take it anymore, I gave in and had not one, not two, but three scoops. :D  It was fabulous . Did I pay for it later, oh yea, but it was worth it. The pain only lasted for an hour. That surprised me.

I’m still very depressed. It’s starting to effect my marriage. WHY do men always think it’s all about them. (Not all men but most). He doesn’t get it. I don’t have the energy to deal with him. I’m trying so hard to think positive. I hate this pity party that I’ve been on for so long. I see my Doctor on the 13th . I’ll talk to her about the depression.

I’m always thinking about everyone here . God Bless yall .