Oh Suzi. What a douche.

Still wiped from my weekend away. House is starting to go to hell, but I realized that I have a friend coming this weekend, so I better start getting it under control now.

In garden news, harvested first zucchini yesterday and now two others are almost ready. When they grow, they grow fast!

Wow, Sue. Your zucchini are ahead of mine and you are further north. I am really excited because I have the first blossoms on the tomato plants that were randomly already growing in the garden (I guess they grew from my neighbors plants last year?)

My garden beds get an insane amount of sun Sophia. Other than that, it's mostly benign neglect.

My god, Suzi, I'm incensed on behalf of your family. What an asshole. I'm so glad the other woman knows now. Serves his ass right.

Oh, and re the ex-asshole- I just don't understand how you justify something like that to yourself. Like, how do you not realize that you are an asshole?

Congratulations, ita!! Sorry about the assk-kicking part, though. But, yay for permanence!! Of job, not of the other thing.

More Rainier cherries today. I'm going to be so sad when I walk in and they're no longer there.

Work devouring from bottom STOP Fear light at end of tunnel oncoming train STOP Send help

Suzi, good god. What a complete and utter bastard that jackwad is.

Like, how do you not realize that you are an asshole?

"She'll never know so it won't hurt her. It's not about her anyway."

"I don't want to be 70, and post prostate cancer surgery and thinking about all the pussy I could have had."

"God, it's just sex. Why do women get so hung up over it?"

I just don't understand how you justify something like that to yourself. Like, how do you not realize that you are an asshole?

I can't decide whether it takes a great deal of serious conscious effort or a great deal of effort to remain totally unreflective and unconscious.

I do remember one poster on Table Talk long ago, writing about the huge cheating affair that eventually wrecked her first marriage, and how all she could remember was a completely remote, removed, zombielike inner life: so much unhappiness and so much pain that she just let herself sleepwalk numbly through her life to avoid dealing with the enormity of her actions.

But after the marriage collapsed she went through a lot of brutal self-scrutiny; I don't know if K-Bug's ex even has that capacity, and, like you, I can't even imagine how he describes the last year of his life to himself.

Except I bet you One. Million. Dollars. and an internet or three that in his story he is the one true victim. Especially now that K-Bug and the Other Woman are comparing notes and joining forces.

I'm just flabbergasted. Gobsmacked even. He apparently told a bunch of the people he went to A school about the break-up story. Kelly asked the "other woman" if there was a name attached to who she supposidly cheated with.

I hope I never see him again.