Obligatory Purgatory

I got the DNA test kit that I am sending up to my "maybe daddy" today - he is happily willing to do the test to solve this mystery which is absolutely amazing. Funny how a kind, reasonable act comes off as amazingly heroic when you are used to the men in your life being consistently disappointing. (I recognize that is a sad tribute to my life thus far) It will take a few months to get results but...I am pretty stoked...and probably letting myself get a little too convinced he is the one. Coincidentally...I got a 2nd cousin match on my Ancestry acct the other day. I messaged her and got her story about being put up for adoption in the 60s...I got all the details and determined we must be related through her birth father b/c her mom's info (full name, etc) did not match anyone in our family. There was no full name for the bio-father but there was a lot of detail and through the description of the father's siblings I think I have a solid idea who it is....so I gave...

1. The way she looks at me when I am being an impatient asshole wanker, with amusement and pity. She was very good at humouring me. 2. Her constant willingness to fatten me up while she sticks to her sensible eating plan. 3. The fruity scones she brings me! 4. Making her tea with lots of milk, no sugar, Barb Style! 5. Her confessions of cookie eating at home,  witness free, when she could have taken the secret to the grave. 6. Commiserating about food and fatness, justifying each other’s existence. 7. The noise she makes when she talks about cooking dinner and eating…like a hungry but cute rodent. 8. The daily updates about her family trials and tribulations. 9. The look of love on her face when she talks about her mom, it is a love we should all have for our mother’s but rarely do. 10. Gus & Belle Doggy Shenanigans…Who has the trots? A hot spot? Who peed 4x in the night? Who threw up on a walk? 11. Gossip sessions about work. ...