is the time when everyone leaves me the fuck alone. The boys are at a doubleheader movie. Blanche continues to stay in good health – we went to lunch with Blanche, SIL and nephew (and what is expected to be Nephew #2, In utero).
And now I’m all by myself. OMG. In a hotel room. With VH-1 Classic in the room. And a Wild Cherry Pepsi in the fridge. And a 1 pound box of Russell Stover Assorted Creams nearby. I’m still an atheist, but this is pretty darned heavenly.
Speaking of fucking and darned, I had the bright idea to try and give up cursing for 40 days (hey, now that Lent’s over…). I don’t think it’s working so far, but I’d really like to cut it down. Interestingly, Gene has become a total sailor since we left Cheesecake City. I blame it on that jackass Ron White. We’ve felt comfortable cursing in front of the boy for a few months now, but it really seems to have gotten out of hand.