Rolling into April like: I make only bold decisions and I regret nothing.
I bought a car today and failed to tell the husband until after the fact. I know that in a normal, healthy relationship, people would discuss this sort of thing, but... I'm comfortable with the subterfuge. Everything must be done in the dark and announced after the fact in order to come out the other side. Or maybe I'm just borrowing a page from his "I do whatever the fuck I want whenever the fuck I want" playbook.
Impulsive decision, part 2: Booked a trip to Chicago at the end of the month, for a miniatures convention. I'm excited to meet some of my Instagram friends in real life and I needed something to look forward to.
It's all starting to burn down and I couldn't be more excited.