The wife and the kids are leaving me tomorrow to go to a wedding in another state, and I will be alone for a week. Currently, she is packing furiously, as if she was supplying the Lewis & Clark expedition. And giving Sir Edmund Hillary a hand, as well. In other words, packing as usual.
Dammit. What if I need my window fan turned up to medium? Do I have to do all this shit myself? I sometimes go in when they're gone, and lay in their beds, and breathe in their scents from their pillows.
It would be nice if you all released a flock of prayers for their safety, coming and going. Thanks in advance. I'm dead-ass broke, because she's hoarding all the money for stupid crap like 'food' and 'lodging'. Pfffft, what a waste. Oh well, I'm too fucked up to want to go anywhere, and she filled half our freezer ($20 at Yard-Sale Mart) with frozen dinners that she hoped would appeal to me. Yeah, like I'm gonna open that damn box and heat it up. Pfffft...
Anyway, prepare for maudlin posting. One of my ribs tore itself loose from my body, took my heart with it, and is leaving on a road trip. I miss her already. Oh, and the kids, too. I think I'm supposed to say that. Though I about stomped most of Nattie's guts out today for calling me a liar to my face. Anyone else would be needing stitches, and she needs to learn that not everybody is as well-adjusted as me, and the wrong words to the right person will get your ass kicked. Literally.
If I would have called my dad a liar in a fit of anger, NORAD would still be tracking many of my teeth as they orbited the planet.
Well, Happy Thursday, my friends. To my enemies? Fuck off and die, choking on your own blood. Wish I could help.
As I understand it, there is supposed to be another day tomorrow. Imagine my joy.