I took supper to Dickidoo this afternoon. Rocky asked me why. I had no good reason.
"You're such a wife," my youngest daughter accused. It's weird that I felt I had to defend myself and yet there was no defense. I am such a fricken wife!
So I decided that I should be a disgruntled fricken wife. I walked into his bedroom, which until 2 years ago used to be our bedroom~ and I left a calling card. A pinto bean and 3 chili salsa calling card. I only hope he gets home before the potency drifts away through the ventilation system. I have no real confidence in it though. I have always been a potent but sissy farter.
Seriously though I have had to make an extra effort to wean myself from my future-ex-husband. I miss talking to him. I miss joking with him. I miss sitting in silence beside him. I find myself talking myself out of impulses. I applaud those I deny. I mourn the ones I succumb to. Baby steps I tell myself, my nice self.
Is it wrong to want to baby step up his butt? My not so nice self thinks not.
Just a thought~
8 years ago