This weekend I resorted to paying the boys to do housecleaning that I didn’t want to deal with. It was that or get a maid and this way was cheaper and I know where they live so it makes it easy for things to be redone if need be. The place is dusted (how I hate dusting!) and cleaned.

Sweety & the boys put in a little garden and Sweety painted for me! We’ve got a couple of walls in Cherry Tart and some in Navajo White. I’d originally picked out Frosted Pomegranate but it wasn’t what we were looking for when we tested it out. Sweety was kind enough to take the painting we have that has the red I wanted to the store with him to match it for the second try. I will show it to you when we’re all done and decorated.

BB had a baseball game Monday night. The boys were supposed to go home with their mother but she sent LB over about an hour into it to ask Sweety if they could go home with us. She needed to go home right away and let her husband into the house because he’d locked himself out. Puh-leez. What a crock of shit. You wouldn’t believe how many car repairs and other “emergencies” come up with her during baseball season. (Each vehicle they have has had at least one broken axle and all sorts of tire and brake issues. I just don’t buy it because it just seems very odd that these things only crop up on weekends that the boys are at her house & there’s a game.)

You want to leave the game early, just say it. Don’t make up some bullshit excuse. We know it was crap because she didn’t want to take LB home with her. Other times when she’s left early, he goes with her (since it is her night and she misses him so much) but not Monday. The icing on the cake was that she didn’t even go to the dugout and tell BB that she was leaving. We heard him hollering at LB later, “Hey! Where’s mom?” Stupid bint.

I kind of flipped out at work yesterday. My first call ended up being 30 minutes of misery and I started to cry about 25 minutes into it. I made a beeline for the bathroom after I hung up and ran smack into my bosses boss. He wanted to know if I was okay. I looked up (Well, down. He’s a shorty. But I had to raise my head.) at him with snot streaming and leaky eyes and said, “sure!”. So he asked again and I gave the same reply. But really. Of course fucking not. Dude, it’s 9:30 in the morning and I’m ugly crying at work. How the hell can I be okay? It took a good 15 minutes to calm down in the bathroom.

When I got home last night, Sweety thought I’d either been eating Xanax all day (No, not even one. I’d left the little bits of sweetness at home because I hadn’t forseen a total meltdown at work.) or had been drinking because I seemed so out of it. Nope. That was just me totally defeated.

I hopped in the pool today and got some sun on my ghostly ass. My reason for wanting a tan? It doesn’t show as bad when I go without shaving my legs. When I’m all pale you can really notice that it needs to be done. Also got my eyebrows threaded and ate Korean food for lunch. Tomorrow I will take over the world!

Do you ever volunteer for something and then wonder why you did that? The school just called and needs people to work at the book fair next week. Instead of just agreeing to the 2 hours that I could have, I said I’d stay til it closed when she mentioned they were short on people. At least it’s inside and with books. My two favorite things.

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