it is finally getting cooler here! I am psyched for Fall. Better clothes to buy! I found a killer pair of boots today from TBB-wanna see? Very hawt IMO.
I learned this week that there are even crazier people out there than yours truly considering I made a over 900% PROFIT from selling a bottle of nail polish on eBay.
Another lesson learned-interrupting a domestic dispute is frowned upon at my company. And my bro-workers are chickenshits. Still not sure if I am a badass or a dumbass but if I had to do it over again I would. Considering bringing my gun to work now in case Mr. Abuser decides to come after me since he can’t hit his wife. He was not a happy camper when he peeled out of the parking lot. Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuun.
I’ve never been good at/a fan of “strategery” when it comes to romance but I learned that if you ask a guy you like his advice on dating another guy, the first guy will ask you out. Amazing. Thank you, 2nd guy who didn’t call within the three-day time period! You confused me enough that I went and asked Guy #1 what the “rules” of dating are now since I’ve not been benched since 1998. Six hours after that conversation I get a text asking me out. Bazinga! Oddly enough, my boss predicted this would happen. He only wants it to happen so guy number #1 will buy more stuff from us, like I have the power to control that. I mean, I’m good but I don’t know if I’m that good.
More good news-took The Tank to the ENT doctor today and it is his opinion that the cholesteotoma in Tank’s ear doesn’t require surgery at this time. Woohoo! Not only am I glad Tank doesn’t have to have another ear surgery, but I was worried if he did they would schedule it on a very specific date that I already had big plans for in a few weeks. So, win-win!
Today I got all caffeinated and really, truly reorganized my nail polish stash. It is separated by brand so far. I will be fine-tuning it later by then sorting by color within brand just to give it a good OCD-esque flourish because that’s how we do here at Casa de Happily. I also started using Evernote again to save/categorize nail polish pics I run across from surfing the interwebz. I’d forgotten how useful Evernote can be. Last year I was using it to store “evidence” for the divorce with EN, now recipes and color swatches are my main focus. Funny how much things can change in just a year, isn’t it?
Re-reading my notes and IM conversations from the divorce notebook made me laugh in a way. I was theposter child for the scorned woman. I wanted to do very bad things to the parties involved, criminal things. Things that now make me giggle thinking how half-cocked I was then. My temper is rarely evident the more mature I get but in the words of Dr. Bruce Banner “you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry”. It’s nice to not have anything to get that pissed off about these days. Now it’s fighting being depressed that takes up a great deal of my little voice’s time. I like it how she pops in when I’m all “pity party, table for one?” and slaps me upside the head reminding me that things could be waaaay shittier than they are at the moment. Hurray for the LV.
So another week begins-and a new month is upon us as well. Adios, August-you were rather “meh” overall. September looks fairly promising-cooler temps mean sleeping with the window open (one of my very favorite things), getting to buy new fall clothes and I’ll be visiting my BFF this month as well I hope. He really needs to live closer dammit! I seem to be in a better overall mood in the fall for some reason. Been that way since I was a teenager-it is the best season, don’t you agree?
Isn’t she cute as a button? I was thinking how oh so quiet it has been here the last 24 hours without The Tank around. He is visiting my outlaws until Sunday. I’m missing him very much but have to admit it’s kinda nice getting the bed all to myself and not having to wear pajamas. Sleeping nekkid is one of those things I didn’t really think I’d miss once I became a mommy but actually, I really do miss it. I just hope the place doesn’t catch on fire or the first responders will get more than they bargained for.
Today was a rather manic day at work. Wednesdays are always that way as we get our weekly restock delivery so I get a pretty good workout unboxing huge plastic totes, moving them off palettes and putting up stuff. Going up and down ladders all day and carrying totes of brake pads is better and cheaper than going to the gym. Maybe when I get strong enough they’ll let me restock the batteries. On the second thought, I don’t want to work out that hard. Perspiring at work isn’t very lady-like. And if you know me you know I’m very prim and proper and ladylike and shit. Hee. Today I showed one of my boss’s my bra. Didn’t do a lift-the-shirt/ta-da! kind of thing but pulled the placket down and gave him a good shot of the girls. It had started raining and I was going to go roll up my windows-he said not to bother as I will get soaked. I replied that I thought wet t-shirts were appreciated around him and he laughed. I told him it wouldn’t look good since I was wearing a black bra and he said, “Oh, really?” So I said “Yep, see?” and showed him. Now I’ve known this guy since 7th grade so I feel comfortable enough to kid around with him like this. We have a strangely platonic relationship that to everyone else looks just the opposite. We are very flirtatious with each other but there is nothing at all going on. Two rules come into play here-first, don’t fool around with co-workers and second, don’t mess around with married men that live in the same town.
Saw the 8th grade crush twice today (I guess we can call him Tire Guy on here); I just don’t get him at all. We were supposed to have a non-date Friday but he flaked. A mutual friend was having a cookout and here’s the conversation:
Tire Guy: So are you going tomorrow night?
Me: I’m not sure yet.
TG: Look, I need to know if you’re going or not!
Me: Well, fine-I’m going!
TG: Then I’ll go.
Me: Well, ok! So I’ll see you there?
TG: Yep.
See how I got confused into thinking that was a non-date date? So he asked me how the party was and I gave him a side-eye and said very curtly “it was interesting”. He asked me why so I told him about a drunk guy hitting on me. His lone female employee pipes up and snarks, “What is it about redheads? Why do some guys like them so much?” Tire Guy said it’s because redheads are “machines”. Again, side-eye from me. Had I been quick-witted enough my response to that would have been something like “Well, then-this redhead needs a tune up” and walked out. Hindsight, grrr. So I have no clue what if anything is going on there. Maybe its not them but me. I am just clueless. How many times have I typed this same thought in previous posts? FML.
In other news, my nail polish obsession actually did some good for once. I went to check my bank balance after work yesterday to make sure I had enough to buy 2 new Orly polishes at Sally’s and found 2 fraudulent charges that tapped out my puny checking account. So I’m in the process of disputing them but will have to wait until Friday to get the new pretties. And speaking of pretty, I’m really proud of the franken I mixed last weekend. It’s what I call a bottlegasm-looks insane in the bottle but the same effect isn’t seen on the nail. See?
Double rainbow all the way! So intense!!!!! I had the nail board girls flipping out over it but then showed them a swatch of it and killed their jones tout suite. It’s still pretty to look at. The franken I’m working on now is a dupe of a polish called Demure Vixen from Essie. I refuse to pay $8 for a bottle so I’m making my own. Suck it, overpriced nail polish company who doesn’t give professional discounts! And can I just say how much I love my new camera? I think the pic above is a pretty good example of it’s awesomeness. BTW, the little lidded candy dish in the background is an eBay find. Antique-ing online can be hit or miss but I’m pleased at punch with that find. It holds cotton balls in case you were wondering, not candy. Candy has to be hidden to keep the Tank from eating it all in a day.
Ahhhh, 39 again-I love just picking an age I like and staying with it. I had a semi-shitty birthday. Wonder what my b-day twin Madonna did? Maybe she and Lordes went for mother/daughter botox treatments while Rocco (why do we never see pics of him any more? Is he in his ugly tween stage?) sat in a corner playing his DSi and thinking up ways to escape Kabbalah.
My birthday was semi-shitty because:
my own father didn’t send me a card or call me (I ended up calling him as it’s his birthday too).
my best friend didn’t remember it was my birthday (until I mentioned I was a Leo in passing) because he’s “got a lot on his plate”
I spent half the day pissed off that the best friend forgot
then spent the other day in a Social Services waiting room to apply for an EBT card
So yes, superb day for the most part. It was brightened by many friends and acquaintances posting to my Facebook wall their well wishes which made my phone buzz throughout the day. I guess Facebook has its small rewards. I rarely go there anymore but can’t quit it until after my high school reunion next year. Since my Dad joined it has sucked the joy out of it. Stupid parents, still ruining my fun.
The best part of my day was getting to watch S4E4 of Mad Men. This week was the best one to date this season; it was Betty-free which is always a plus. John Slattery, who plays sexy beast Roger Sterling, directed and wow has he got an eye for that kind of thing. The writing was pretty awesome both story-wise and dialogue. Even my least fave character, Peggy, made me laugh and cry within 30 minutes of each other. Peggy is growing on me. Joan was rather crabby this episode and Don-well what can I say about Don. He still makes me want to try to fix him. That man needs a hug. And a bitch slap but I’d be afraid he’d enjoy that too much considering he pays hookers to slap him. Hot perv.
The other good part of my birthday happened over the weekend in the form of a gift-I got a new camera! I’ve been using a Canon PowerShot S70 since The Tank was almost 3 but was suffering from a combination of pixel-envy (akin to penis envy) and the inability to carry a supposedly point and shoot camera in my purse due to the S70′s size/weight. That is one big-ass little camera! So over the weekend while out with my Mom she bought me a Nikon Coolpix L22. It’s got almost double the megapixels, a far bigger LCD screen(which is good considering in the last couple months my eyesight has really gone to hell. I need bifocals! Maybe it’s true what they say about masturbation) and size/weight wise it is bliss to tote around. Takes amazing pics too-all those new pixels call for me to practice my Photoshopping skills! Can’t have any wrinkles or pores showing in self-portraits now, can we?
Season 4 Episode 2 of Mad Men sits freshly downloaded from iTunes up on my laptop but can I watch it? No! I can’t find the frakking headphones I need in order to not wake up the kiddo who woefully needs to go back to sleeping in his room. I suppose I could go take the laptop to another room but that would be too simple. I need to complain about something in order to properly blog, right? So yeah-grrrrr, I say!
Last week’s episode, the one where Luke finds out that Darth Vader is his father, started out what looks to be a promising season. MM is the only drama I watch and the only TV show Iwill pay to see. We don’t have cable so anything else is watched via hulu or Netflix. I’m not a fan of dramatic shows or movies for the simple fact that there is enough drama in every day life that burdens me, to sit and watch MORE of it seems ridiculous. When we had cable and a DVR it was filled with either Comedy Central or Animal Planet stuff as well as an occasional SciFy (or whatever they abbreviate themselves as) channel offering.
Much has been written about why MM is so appealing to its largest demographic, which to me seems to be the mid-life crisis set (early to mid 40s peeps like myself); according to “journalists” it’s because our own lives are so fucking dull that we like watching good-looking successful people get shit-faced and be bad parents because we can’t do it. Stupid society and it’s rules these days-don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t fuck anyone interesting or dangerous etc. We are all about being healthy. Really…REALLY? Pfffft. I’m cutting out HFCS not for my health but so I can lose the little Coke belly I’ve been sporting the past month due to a serious binge. That darn Coke, it really is bad stuff. But so tasty! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I miss it.
I watch MM for one reason-Don Draper. He’s a total dick that I can feel sorry for. I figure if I can channel my pity into a fictional character it will keep me from being attracted to/dating/marrying real-life assholes with the idea that I can “fix them”. Leave me free to find a nice, boring, good guy to fall in love with. Who knows, it could happen! OK, 2 reasons-Don Draper and the Mid-Century Modern sets. Oh, and Joan’s costumes. So three reasons total. And Joan’s boobies-so 5 reasons. Also Roger Sterling-that silver fox, rowr. SIX reasons, fine! Just watch Mad Men. You won’t regret it.
I had other things to blather on about but I’m really tired. The highlight of my day was not being impressed by a famous person. I sold him some windshield wiper blades and said nothing to him about his celebrity status. Meanwhile, the goobers I work with acted like star-struck fanboys. It was embarrassing really. I mean, he’s no Steve Martin (who is rumored to live around here). Now if Steve Martin came in to buy wipers blades I would totally stan all over the place. I would get a picture taken and everything and make a complete ass out of myself while quoting The Jerk. Then I’d get a restraining order and it would be signed by him personally and I’d sleep with that under my pillow.
What a day. Super crazy busy at work-Tuesdays are my Mondays there because I work the looooong shift. We rolled about 5K out of there today on our side of the ledger though-commercial accounts are tracked separate from retail and we always smoke the counter guys. I notice how competitive men are even with stuff like this. Why get excited about it? We don’t get bonuses from it so whoopdee-doo who sells more shit. You guys never cease to leave me shaking my head at your reindeer games.
Aside from that, work was like that song “It’s Raining Men” for me today-I got to see my 8th grade crush twice today as well as Ringtone Guy (swoons!) RTG has stepped it up a notch on the flirtation scale and it left me with a serious case of vapors as well as acting rather goofy around him. He throws my game off big time, dammit. I don’t like that! He compared the endorphins you get from exercising to “really great sex” and I told him “I was married too long to remember what that’s like-ha ha ha”. Then he said that if he doesn’t get to the gym for a few days he gets all “pent up and cranky” to which I told him I knew alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll about that feeling. Wink wink nudge nudge. Subtle, no? Then I got panicky and said “Well, gotta go BYE!” and hightailed it to my car. He followed me and we talked a little more-I found out he has 2 grown sons and has had a vasectomy. Was that his way of saying “We can fuck like bunnies and you’ll never have to worry about getting knocked up!”? To me it says “I don’t have to use protection so I have a scorching case of herpes.” Not sure what throwing that tidbit into the conversation was supposed to accomplish but it’s duly noted. So I left not knowing if he was any closer to asking me out or not. Blergh.
So the bummer part-I’m bummed that one of my favorite blogs is no more. Poof! Dunzo. The author must just be too happy to write any more and while I am really truly happy for him I will miss his commentary on things. I really wanted to live vicariously through this great new relationship he’s embarked on via his blog. But that may be slightly creepy given the nature of our friendship, I don’t know. Anywho, all the best to you my friend! You deserve it.
Tonight I was talking to Marie and she was bitching about how her Dad, visiting her from KY, was driving her apeshit. She said, “Now I know what you go through every day without having that buffer of 1000 miles between you and your Mom!” I love the idea of a parental buffer zone-where is my Mom’s Del Boca Vista, huh? Sadly, I can’t find a Seinfeld clip to accompany this one. Then I thought I would be in deep doodoo if I didn’t have my Mom around. She has helped me so much since the separation by taking care of Tank when I need her to, especially since I went back to work this spring. She’s definitely made up for all the passive-aggressive BS I’ve had to take from her.
I received a letter today from DSS saying that the case of neglect has been closed with no further action. I’m not sure what that means exactly or why they sent two different letters in separate envelopes saying the exact same thing but hey, bureaucracy in action. Smell the waste!!! Tomorrow morning I’m getting a big ol package from the Zoya folks-my first order getting the professional discount (half off, baby!). I can’t wait to see what I ordered since I did it in one of those fugue shopping states I enter when I get depressed.
My battery died today, in the parking lot of a Sally Beauty Supply where I was of course, shopping. 20 minutes earlier it started up without a hitch. then, nothing. So I’m sitting in the parking lot with the hood up poking around and people are driving by. Three different women ask me if there is anything they can do to help like let me borrow their cell or what have you but for 20 minutes not a single man stopped to ask if I needed help. Then a nice guy in a doo-rag and baggy pants asked me if I needed assistance-I asked him if he had jumper cables but he didn’t so I thanked him any way. I had to call my Mom who upon arrival started immediately bitching and moaning. She insisted we call a tow truck and have the car towed to a garage close to my apartment. I told her since there is a auto parts store (the same company I work for) nearby I want to go there and get the battery tester first in an attempt to save the $100 plus it would cost for the tow. She doesn’t see the logic.
I get the battery tester, return to the car and sure enough the CCA are only 112 out of 600. Go back and get their remote charger, jump the car off and go to the store for another battery. Buy the battery. The kid there says he doesn’t mind installing it so I agree since it’s a fucking side post situation and I don’t want to deal with it. Turns out you have to fucking disassemble a LOT of shit to get to the battery to change it so since they are so busy he tells me to keep their store’s charger and come back tomorrow since the store closes in an hour and there are only 2 people working.
While I am standing around, I start talking to a couple who also have their hood up. The store didn’t have the part he needed so he was trying to jerry-rig (sp?) something to get him home to TN. He asked me if I had a wire coat hanger; I told him I live nearby so I would be back in a few minutes. My Mom drives Tank back to our place and I go in search of a coat hanger, engine running the whole time so I don’t have to jump my car again. She starts giving me maaaajor grief about being “too helpful”. I finally scream at her “GOLDEN RULE!” get my kid out of the car and tell her to basically GTFO.
Finding a wire coat hanger in my house is like finding a virgin at a high school-if Mommy Dearest taught me anything it was “no wire hangers, EVAH!!!!” So I take Tank to the Vietnamese folks apartment and ask them if they have a wire hanger. He gets me jumper cables. I tell him “wire clothes hanger” but I get a blank look. So I ask his wife if she can watch Tank for a few minutes while I go in search of said hanger. The Jamaican ladies are hanging out on their porch, doing a weave on one of their friends and one of them finds me a blessed hanger so I go back to the store and deliver the magical tool. The lady asks me if I work there and I tell her I work for the company at a different location. She then grouses about how those boys weren’t helpful at all. I tried to make an excuse for them but really, there wasn’t much they could do to get the part at 8PM on a Saturday night. So hopefully they get back to Johnson City and I get my battery changed tomorrow. Though I have a feeling it’s not just the battery-I think the alternator is going too. It’s making a really weird noise that I am hoping is just because there is so little juice getting to it. We shall see.
While I was there one of the guys said “We just became short one guy as of today, why don’t you come work with us?” That would be interesting IF I could get enough hours but honestly I would hate to leave my bro-workers where I currently am. They are just adorbs. If my stalker keeps up his antics I may have to get a transfer. I fished out one of my old engagement rings from Mom’s jewelry box when we were over there earlier today and brought it home so I can wear it at work in an effort to wart off any further creepers. However, it may also repel any eligible bachelors too. Conversely, it may attract them. Social experiment indeed, Jerome.
About 1:30 or so at work today the creeper returned; we were really busy but I ran to the office and pantomimed to my boss that the guy was out front. Went back to the customer I was helping without making eye contact with him and my boss asked me to point him out. Because it was so busy the creeper bought something and left before my boss could tell him he was banned from the store. I interrogated my bro-worker Michael who had rang the creeper’s purchase up and he said he paid with a credit card. So we pulled the credit card slips and narrowed it down to two names.
Tonight when I had some downtime I used a combination of zabasearch and tax records to figure out which guy it was. Thankfully I had remembered what make/model of car he was trying to get a part for yesterday. Without that it would have been a toss-up as the two suspects were fairly close in age. Gotdamn I love the internets. The worst part is the dude is married, or was married. I guess I should see if his wife is still alive. Not that him being a widower gives him a free “grab my boobs” pass. I’m also going to check to see if what he told me about having a sister 10 years older than he was is true or not. Did I mention I really love the internet? The IBF wants me to have one of my cop buddies run this guy’s criminal record-not sure if I want to know that much about him or not. He’s not a registered sex offender in either of the states he has lived in (thank you, Intellius!) but that doesn’t mean he’s not a creeper.
I told Tank’s camp counselor about the aforementioned incident when I dropped him off this morning. She looked as horrified as I did. The perpetrator didn’t show up for camp today and Tank was really glad for that. And in nail polish news I made a quick detour while on a run today to a wig shop and bought some cheap Kleancolor polishes to franken with. Came home and made a very interesting new polish that Tank heartily approved of. He is my official bottle shaker after I add the ingredients into a bottle. It’s like Shake n Bake but with toluene.
I’ve really got to start rethinking the being nice thing. I don’t get why people, especially men, mistake friendliness for anything else. It’s part of my job to be nice and smile and help people find crap. Today was a typical day at work with one huge exception-I was groped by a perverted old man. He tried to grab my tits while standing behind me and I very calmly walked away, went into the back of the store and freaked the fuck out. My manager was back there and I asked him to go help the guy. I stayed back there texting my BFF about what had happened for a few minutes then returned to the front part of the store after making sure the shitass was gone. (sidenote-my Mom invented the word “shitass” I think-she called my Dad that when he was late with the child support) What gives people the right to do that though? I think the man was batshit, Mel Gibson-style crazy-he looked a little off. And he had the nerve to ask my manager where I went to, “did I scare her off?” Daryl said he wanted to tell the guy, “Oh, no-she”s just loading her Glock-she’ll be right back” but thought that might cause more issues.
I feel like I actually need to start carrying my gun now-this man knows my name (well, my first name since it’s on my fucking SHIRT-thank you, asshat company!) and where I work. I’m genuinely creeped out by him. My friends that I’ve told this story to have unanimously asked right off the bat “Did you slap/kick/punch the dude?” but no, I didn’t. I just walked away. Fight or flight-guess I’m not as badass as I thought I was. In my defense, I didn’t want to get fired for punching a customer and since we have no video cameras in our store (note that shoplifters!) I couldn’t prove I had the right to knock this guy on his ass. Had this happened in a bar or a grocery store that old fucker would have been on the ground.
I had a lot of drive time today to think about all of it and the one of the bigger issues is this-I wonder if I encouraged it in any way? He started off telling me how much I reminded him of his supposed sister who had red hair and looked like he was going to cry. He then asked me for a hug and idiot that I am I gave him a very distant, London-bridge kind of hug. That’s when he made his move, getting behind me and trying to cop a feel. He has obviously tried this scam before-I think he’s a total creeper. If he ever comes in again I am getting his license plate number and calling my buddy who’s a detective with the APD to run his info. So that’s where the “am I too nice” question comes in. I’m just going to be an asshole to everyone from now on at work (well, customers not bro-workers) to stave off any future issues.
The other thing I thought of was I’m afraid to be truthful/bitchy when I should be. At the very least I could have yelled “get your hands off me” but didn’t want to embarrass him. WHAAAAAAAAT? I lie a LOT when people are rude to me in person or if ask me if they have offended me after the fact. I need to get over that. So I’m going to drop some truth here and if it seems like it applies to any of you dear readers take it FWIW (hint-some may not apply to any of you):
yes, I faked most of them.
Actually, it is a bit small. And you should have gotten “the tap” No wonder your wife won’t let you below the equator.
I was really irritated when you fucked your co-worker and I don’t really find it flattering that you’ve been rather stalkery all these years. Shit or get off the pot.
you are crass and you did hurt my feelings on more than one occasion. Also, you’re pretty insensitive/selfish.
Well, that was rather liberating. Moving on…
If that weren’t enough, I pick up Tank from camp and while in the line at Taco Bell he tells me his ex-girlfriend doesn’t understand the concept of breaking up. He broke up with her yesterday because she was cheating on him. How six and seven year olds cheat on one another is irrelevant but he then went on to say that “Destiny told me she wanted to kiss me on the…” and pointed to his crotch. I froze, again hearing Kyle’s mom’s voice say “What what WHAAAAAAAT?” I told him that that was a very inappropriate thing for her to do. I asked him if she used the actual word penis and he said no, she just gestured “down there”. So how the hell does a 1st grader know about THAT? I am pissed off as well as concerned-pissed that if the mother has allowed her daughter to be exposed to stuff like that well, that in itself is abuse. Concerned because what if she got the idea from being made to do it to a relative or neighbor? This is majorly bad. I’m talking to the teacher tomorrow morning when I drop Tank off at camp. Seriously, something needs to be done about that. Promiscuity starts earlier these days, I get that, but at this age it is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too soon.
This also means I will probably have to have the birds and the bees talk with him sooner than later. I called CC to tell him the tale and ask him what he thinks. The first thing he did was laugh. Way to be an idiot, CC. I love your consistency. Never change. He didn’t think “the talk” needed to happen yet. I’m still on the fence.
At least I got a sweet deal on some pretty nail polishes today at CVS-they are all rather sheer, glass-fleck type finishes in shades of blue, green and purple. Looking forward to playing with them this weekend. BTW, the mani i did Saturday lasted 5 days. That’s crazysauce! I had my hands all up in cars this week between batteries and wipers plus I had to help unload our truck yesterday. FIVE days is unheard of for me.
I wish I could get back the 2 hours of my day spent watching the World Cup final-aside from all the yellow cards and nastiness it was rather boring. See below .gif (I hope) for the Jackie Chan shit that went down. And the one guy who took off his shirt was wearing ANOTHER shirt underneath! I’d give him a red card for being a tease.
my IBF’s mom is in the hospital and I feel really helpless not being able to do anything to help him.
and this is selfish, but we were supposed to see each other this week but now that’s kaput.
I don’t feel like I accomplished anything with my free time this weekend other than I did get the nail polish project finished. Big fucking deal. Still can never find what I’m looking for. My mani of the day looks pretty awesome though-a pale gray cream with a violet microglitter topcoat.
I need to get on the stick and get an e-mail off to the lawyer re: the settlement/custody stuff tomorrow but it depresses me to have to think about it even though I do want the whole mess over with. I’m afraid I will forget something and honestly, my lawyer is not that great when it comes to details.
I just have a feeling that this week is going to blow. Hopefully it’s just my hormones making me glum. I should start taking Evening Primose Oil again to regulate that situation. It worked so well when I was pregnant I didn’t have any of the usual mood swings. Well, except for kicking a hole in the wall but hey, in my defense if you had to deal with CC daily you’d be kicking more than a wall.
