If you won’t go the fuck away??
As previously noted, I have a “house full” — the MIL and the step son. Blanche very sweetly made us all breakfast this morning but it’s a battle dealing with the cleanup. We each have our way — and my way gets it done…eventually! Her way is to slave away immediately. I know she only does it to be helpful and nice, so I’m trying to be good and swallow the…petty annoyance. I know it’s all petty anyway.
Yesterday we celebrated the boy’s 11th birthday (which is really next weekend) by going to Cheesecake Factory for…cheesecake. And Shepherd’s Pie (the boy’s entree), which he ate for lunch AND dinner. Then Blanche and I separated and we went to Dillard’s to go buy a Valentine’s present for Gene (sshhh!) and some clothes for me (3 pairs of pants and a t-shirt for a total of something like $45). Gene and the boy bought shoes and socks for Gene, which is a good thing…since Gene works from home…and the boy’s shoes were falling apart. God knows, we were in a mall — the Pretty Person mall, in fact — without any shoe stores selling kids shoes. So Blanche and I took the boy to Kohl’s last night. The whole thing worked out, but it’s like “Would it have killed you?”
Today, I was taking a nap when the phone rang. It was one of Gene’s poker buddies from the game. Gene invited him over to (giggle) watch Battlestar Gallactica on the pvr (heheheheheheh)… oh, GOD… ha ha ha ha ha ha! So now they’re going to be hanging out in the bedroom (that’s where the PVR is) and I’m not sure what my plans are. I’d like to escape and go somewhere alone, but I don’t want to abandon Blanche.