Busted door
I’m sitting in the library.
I haven’t said more than five words to Rick all day.
I’m angry with him.
I hope it’s bothering him too.
My feet are cold because it’s cold in Florida lately.
I should go take a hot bath and read…or enjoy myself.
We have a new BIG boss at work. We all meet him tomorrow.
We also have a potluck, I’m supposed to take buns. I hate potlucks.
I should go to sleep early, get up early, pick up buns in the morning.
I probably won’t do any of the above 3.
I bought a “chick lit” book tonight. I am out of sorts.
We’re not having a baby. “We” decided to stop trying before we started the third round.
That’s not why I’m mad at him.
I owe someone an email, it’s half written.
I hate my current religion course but love the teacher…say what? Yah I’m confused too.
I need something hot to drink.
I keep saying “who’s house…? Run’s house!” in my head.
Time to go.
I am sending you an email. But in the meantime I am giving you a big hug. Some days just bite. You will come out on top - I just know it.
“I hope it’s bothering him too.”
It *never* bothers them the way it does you, so usually the only one suffering is…. YOU! That sucks. {{{hugs}}} If it makes you feel any better, I’m bothered too.
Sorry about the bad day. I know that’s a big decision you made. Hugs. I hope the madness at the husband fades. I had a morning like that just yesterday so I can relate to that mad feeling.