Let's All Have a Moment of Silence

I'm in mourning. I just got rid of a whole bunch of bras, underwear and FLIP FLOPS. It was very hard for me to part with my shoes and I didn't get rid of as many pairs as I should have, but I felt that getting rid of any at all was a feat in itself. Baby steps are the key here. I'm trying to downsize a little in preparation for the big move coming up. Not that I can really get rid of that much stuff, but any little bit counts. I'm also working on getting rid of crap in the refrigerator. I'm going to try to buy as very little food as possible between now and then.
Poor Lucy had a minor crisis this morning. She still has a baby tooth that hasn't fallen out yet and somehow it started bleeding. I was on the phone with my mom and she jumped up on the couch next to me, blood dripping everywhere. It was gross. I had to rinse her mouth out and keep her in the sink for a few minutes until the bleeding stopped.
On another frustration station note. Something I've been thinking about blogging about for a while now, but never got around to it: my thoughts and feelings. I hate when people tell me what I'm thinking or feeling and then don't believe me when I tell them they're wrong. This is no one in particular, multiple people do this. They claim my face says it all. I'm beginning to think I need a new eyebrow shape, a face lift, some wrinkle cream or some other fix for my face because apparently it is making faces that I'm not thinking. It is so frustrating because then people get all upset with me because I'm supposedly thinking something that I honestly am not thinking. Perhaps part of the problem is that I'm also a complete daydreamer and my mind wanders ALL of the time. I can't focus on just one thing, there has to be other thoughts running in the background. I don't know why people I assume I'm lying to them. It isn't like I'm constantly going around telling lies. I don't know, it's just really been getting to me lately. It feels like people always assume I'm thinking the worst. Am I really that bad of a person, that people feel like I'm always thinking about things about them? Am I that out of touch with reality that I don't know what I'm thinking or feeling? Finally, an example of a conversation to illustrate my point.
Bill: Are you ok? (referring to our breakup)
Me: Yes, I'm fine.
Bill: No, you aren't. I can hear it in your voice.
Me: Yes I am! (And the honest truth is I am fine, in fact not once have I regretted my decision!)
ARRRGGG!! What he heard in my voice was exasperation that he drunk dialed me in the middle of the night and I was stupid enough to answer!