So for one more week I plan out spending my time alone. John has gone off to commune with the the bears and squirrels and I'm left trying to entertain myself- too married to be single and too single to enjoy the benefits of marriage. The weekdays aren't so bad, but at the end of a hard week I want company. I get home Friday and text Kirsten, "movie?" "can't- party tomorrow." that would be her boyfriend John's party with a band I helped pull together.
So I pull out the stack of paper on my counter,
Magazine articles, recipes, bills & junk mail and sort through it- not exactly the kind of Friday night I was looking forward to.
Saturday I go for my usual ride on my trusty steed, Petunia with my pal Dale. I get home, make cupcakes for the party and try to get online to get directions through e-vite, except the Internet is down, as is my tv and phone- damn U-verse!! I try calling only to be told by my NBFF, the automated voice, to get help on line or on he tv... Drrrrrrrr. Then he transfers me to get help and that number has been disconnected! I am ready to kill someone and that person is my husband who left me to commune with the bears. I begin tearing the house apart. Why cant i fix this? Why don't i know where the U-verse box is? Papers are strewn everywhere. I start thinking divorce.
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
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