Yeah, I am two days early with the ICHC, but this particular ICHC is VERY germane to my life at this point.
One of my farkin’ cats ate my laptop CORD – wa-aaaa-aaah!
Also, my desktop mouse is fried and I have started having keyboard issues just since I started this post.
And the farking dog just PISSED in the house!
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Recent reads:
- Summer Sisters – Judy Blume
- The Devil Wears Prada – Lauren Weisberger
- Speak Softly, She Can Hear – Pam Lewis
I just finished Summer Sisters last night, probably the first Judy Blume I’ve read since Wifey (!).
I gotta say, the book jacket photo?
Not so flattering. She looks like a VERY stiff (and I mean stiff as in morturarily stiff) and badly air-brushed Jessica Lang as Patsy Cline.
Anyway …
Good book that ended VERY surprisingly! I did not see that coming.
TDWP? Really good writing, seriously. Very whiny, however and there were parts I just couldn’t relate to and actually felt a GREAT deal of disdain for the lead.
There is a part where the lead character had to catch a plane at 7am and was whining about having to get up such an unGODly hour … whatever.
Currently:
- Ellen Foster – Kay Gibbons
On hold:
- Sweetie, Baby, Cookie, Honey – F. Gershon
- Bride Island – Alexandra Enders
Next up:
- A Virtuous Woman – Kay Gibbons
- Salem Falls – Jodi Picault
So … I didn’t walk this morning.
Go ahead, ask me why.
Better yet, GUESS why.
Nah, you’d never guess, so I’ll just tell you.
Saturday night was a group b’day party for three of our friends. I got pissed off and mildly pissed up and walked home.
Four miles.
At midnight.
Barefoot.
Before y’all go rolling your eyes, let me elaborate: My beloved was being a SERIOUS dick. When the last straw was pulled (y’know – the one that broke the camel’s back?) I had tomake a split-second decision:
Toss my drink in his face in front of 30+ of our friends or walk the fuck away.
I chose to walk.
And walk …
And walk …
Half a mile away, I was better – I no longer wanted to wring his neck.
A mile away, even more so. I felt great, it was a BEAUTIFUL night.
Two miles away, I was getting bitchy again – halfway between hell and gone and it didn’t matter which way I went, I still had to walk TWO MILES.
Which is why, I suppose, that I turned around and LITERALLY growled, “Get the fuck back in your yard” at the the VERY large barking dog that came tearing out into the road at me.
!!!
People are stupid when they are pissed off.
But to be fair to me, people (read MY HUSBAND) are stupid when they are drunk.
Okay, I gotta go.
