I'm leaving for Florida in the wee hours Sunday morning and will be gone until the following Sunday evening. Yay, Disney World and Universal!! Woooo! I need this vacation zomg.

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After getting a pot roast in the oven, Meg picked up where she left off in their bedroom. She'd cleaned the bathroom and was currently dragging off the dirty sheets to put clean ones on. They were light pink but hopefully Sam wouldn't notice too much. She couldn't help it if they only had two sets of sheets.

She was grinning, though, because the ( Read more... )

Up early, Meg started on some laundry before she settled in the kitchen to make breakfast. She got the coffee going first and spent the next half hour frying sausage, scrambling eggs, and making waffles. She was pretty sure her breakfast would rival that of Der Waffle Haus. And she wanted Sam to have a good breakfast when he woke up. She even ( Read more... )

Meg was kind of pissed. Gun safety classes consisted of Deputy Cortez and herself. And the officer apparently decided self-defense lessons went hand in hand with the course. Looking in the mirror, she leaned forward and studied her busted lip. It was split pretty good but no damn way was she taking herself to the clinic. That woman was either  ( Read more... )

Sprawled on her tummy on their bed, Meg flipped through Vogue, catching up on the latest fashion and staring at all the pretty people. She'd lost every bit of her baby weight and might be just a bit lighter than she was. Eating hadn't been priority there for a while but she was working on it.

Music was playing and it was going to be a lazy, comfy ( Read more... )

Meg was actually feeling pretty good today. She'd started cleaning the moment she got out of bed and now, around lunchtime, she sat to leaf through the newspaper. She probably needed to work more than just once a week, so she was checking out the help wanted category.

She thought of going to see Piper and Matthew later. But... maybe tomorrow.

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Passing out yesterday after getting sick in front of Carson, was humiliating. Meg just didn't stay sober long enough to let it affect her. She was a mess. She hadn't brushed her hair in... she didn't know when. She hasn't eaten either. Vokda was her best friend right now and everyone and everything else could screw off.

Sprawled on her bed that ( Read more... )

Meg sat on the floor amid boxes that were still unpacked. She had a bottle of vodka in her hand and it seemed it was all she could bring herself to care about.

Sam... she couldn't think about him without sobbing.
Dean was dead.
Matthew had a new mommy.
Her family disowned her.
She had... nothing now but boxes.

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After a long nap, Meg woke up and found Sam's note right away. Heart aching for him, and for her, she forced herself to work on packing up several stacks of books. They were moving and there was still more packing to do. It kept her mind preoccupied and it kept the tears at bay. When she left the hospital, she didn't check in on the baby. She ( Read more... )

Okay, so she'd had enough of her bad mood and decided that trying on the new lingerie she'd just bought was just the thing to cheer her up. Except it wasn't normal lingerie, of course, but maternity. Boy shorts and matching bra. Her belly seemed huge.

So didn't matter. Her lingerie was pink and silky and she thought she looked cute.

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