Is there such a thing as a passive-aggressive weekend? Like it was great a couple of hours, then it would sour for a couple, then bam! another awesome span of hours...then whack!... Well, you get the picture.
   The push and shove of different emotions kinda leaves you a little zombied out. Makes you wish you'd taken that free yoga class, huh Miss Smarty? It takes time to digest info that will affect the rest of your life. I want to remember the little tidbits like my Dad's sparkle in his michevious eyes as he tells one of goofy jokes but I want to forget the tubes in his right arm; I want to remember the beautiful smile of my BFF as she makes 50+ points on a Scrabble word but I want to forget the faroff hurt look in her teary eyes as she swallows a pain.
  It was a long Friday to Monday weekend filled with friends and family.... in the winter of my life.