Gud, I'm very sorry.
Being a good person doesn't mean every marriage will work. And you really are a good man, and have worked very hard in good faith (so to speak) to deal with the issues in your marriage.
Yes. This. Gud, you're under heaps of pressure and you've been doing your best. Remember to be good to yourself.
(2) You have me calling everything/everyone "[thing]aboo." I hope you're happy.
I like this. Octopus womanaboo, please let me go.
I just got upsold by a guy at Dell. I feel dirty.
And you know that the only thing that will get you clean is a righteous rain to wash the scum off our streets.
Cass, I didn't mean to ignore you and your answer and your back. I hope you can make it, of course, but if you have any doubts about your back, I'd rather you stay home and take care of yourself.
(see, it's not
always
about me.)
He is so... I just don't have the words.
I was thinking that this must be a tremendously wonderful person, and then I read your quote, Sparky. Ew.
OK, off to bed. I've done enough research on co-ops and locally produced and farmed food as I'm gonna tonight.
I read a book called "The Real Food Revival" (by Sherri Brooks Vinton and Ann Clark Espuelas) and now I'm ALL OVER the locally farmed food! Well, all over reading about it. I found a co-op in Gloucester!
Heh, Billytea. And me at the end of monsoon season. I may have to MacBeth it a bit longer.
{{{Nora}}} You are most certainly not an idiot. You are smart and foamy.
JZ, your grandparents were very pretty people. It's easy to see where you came from.
I have 884 posts to read in Natter, and I'm not reading any now, because I don't have time to read a bunch. I foresee skipping in my future, but in my immediate future I foresee neosporin, perhaps some beer, and B5. I may also check out Bones, but I fear disappointment.
neosporin
??
eta what I wanted to type before the phone rang: Did you hurt yourself?
Gah. Stoopid. Embarrassing. Did I say stoopid? Burned myself with spaghetti sauce on Sunday. Thought it was ok, because it didn't really hurt. Until the blisters came up, I forgot that it didn't hurt because I have very little feeling in that area due to surgery years ago. Then, of course, handled everything poorly. Had the wrong supplies. When I went to purchase the right ones, I instead purchased other wrong ones. For the record, I don't recommend that spray on skin stuff. Of course, I probably used it incorrectly. I found that it stings and is sticky. So I covered it up so that I could, you know, wear clothes. But that stuck. I think no more detail is necessary.
The last few days have been wonderful or horrible at all times. Absolutely no in betweens unless you count mind-numbing tiredness as in between.
