First of all, with one day melting in to the next I can not even tell you what if anything Ive accomplished most days. I spend a lot of time throwing snarky comments at the television. Whether it is the news or some lame learning channel show I have something to say. And to be honest, the fact that I suspect my contributions niggle at the husband like a splinter you can't get out and have decided to ignore until your finger swells up and expels it on its own, I just can not stop.
I sent of a photo of the curtain of my hair from a 3/4 view to lil sis. I asked her Do you see this wavy nonsense?? Someone else’s hair is growing out of head. Because suddenly I have weird wavy hair, when my entire 55 year life I have had straight hair. I'm thinking it's a change of life thing, but she didn't answer my text so I didn't get to discuss it.
This next one went out to a friend who I have been sneaking off to dog walk with. This woman's dog is sweet pea's mischief sister. My friend has been so thoughtfully concerned with my current state of bladder infection and asks me every day how I'm feeling. I might have impressed her by needing to squat three times during a single hour long walk and possibly making (not as discreet as I would have hoped) pain sounds. This has been most unpleasant. I finally peed into a cup yesterday and literally immediately went into the kitchen and busted open that prescription bag. I knew I saw blood when I wiped but, to put it mildly, my pee was not the right color. Yeah, you read that right. I broke down and went for the second round of antibiotics. I'm also over dosing on pre and probiotic in hopes of staving off any other trouble. I feel better though, so I'm glad I finally took them.
This one went out to another friend. It's self explanatory. At some point I might need to run away for a while or you might see me on a show with a title like She Almost Got Away With It or Black Widows of New England or Women Who Snapped or something like that. The husband just outlined all of the ways I’ve let the yard slip. Stupid mother fucker. Im so angry I can feel my heart beating in my throat.
Followed by this one. Every time he opens his Fucking princess mouth my mind goes right back to that matchDOTcom profile
Then the husband knowing I could easily wrap my hands around his gross turkey neck actually slept for 2 days. I think he thought I'd get past it, if I didn't see him a lot, but you know, that dating profile is out there and I hate him now forever. For real. I did throw a couple of saws and a couple of clippers into a bag today and try to make some progress on a large tree branch that fell in the yard. It's not like the husband won that insult fest because he wanted me to hire someone and tomorrow the neighbor kids who have a much better work ethic than my own offspring will be coming over to do some clean up and I will have to force some money on them. So, I won. Towards the end of last summer I tremendous tree branch fell off one our oaks. It’s been sitting there almost a year because I don’t want to pay a jacked up New Town premium price to have it removed. Today I went out there for two hours with various clippers and saws and removed all the smaller branches. I feel great for having worked my butt off for two hours. I was totally in a zone and probably got off a lot of anger being so physical. Except I have blisters on all the fingers of my right hand. Didn’t even feel it until I came in. Also, my fingers are all blistered and red. I was wearing my headphones, listening to all of The Daily podcasts I missed last week and completely got lost in the mission. I got a lot done. I am going to sleep well tonight for sure.
One thing that I wanted to share that I didn't text anyone about is that next week I'll be sharing some of my work with my crit group. I hope I get a good reception. I'm thinking of entering it into one of the more prestigious photo contests.
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