It has hit me like a ton of bricks that I might be getting married within the next year or two.
It has hit me like a ton of bricks that I might have to sell my house and things, leave my job of ten years and all my friends and move to Florida.
It has hit me like a ton of bricks that I might be major female role model and Wicked Stepmother for a very awesome fourteen year old Boy.
It has all hit me like a ton of bricks.
I could always just back out. Run away. Stay put. Live alone the rest of my life.
...but where's the fun in that?
The sky is black and ready to pour.
There are thousands of odd looking flies all over the place.
I patiently await the frogs and locusts and streets of blood.
And now it has begun to hail.
Like a ton of bricks.
"'Might?' 'Might?' Little Miss Ldy Girl, just whom do you think you're kidding?"