Double poop. I figure MIL told her that she may still have a chance with me. That, or she is sliding back into the OM fantasy.
Either way, I would have prefered she sound miserable. Makes me feel better when she does, but that is probably because I am a very small and petty man.
I asked about S, she said he's doing okay, has moved into the dry cough stage. I said that's probably a good sign, and I hope I'm right. Talked to S, he sounds pretty good, seems excited about seeing me tomorrow (but not half as excited as I am about seeing him). Got back on with W, she asked if I was starting to come down with what S has yet. I said no, but that I'm on a lot of supplements and figure I will probably dodge it (half-truth, and I have sneezed a couple times tonight). Asked if she was, she said she thinks so and is taking that Zycam stuff (which works not at all, IMO, but I didn't say that). I told her to take care of herself, made sure she was okay with the schedule for tomorrow, said goodnight and signed off.
On to the important stuff (ME!): Went out and bought some new pants (that might actually fit the new waist) and some more health food earlier. Thinking my idea of getting out of town for the weekend is probably not going to happen. As pathetic as it sounds, I really just don't have anywhere to go. Couple of years ago, I had a list as long as my arm of couches to crash on in cities I'd never seen, but she has pretty much wrecked that.
Anyway, the new Bourne movie is coming out this weekend, I'm itching to put some time in on the range, and there is always the option of doing a little paddling on a local river on the cheap. Plus, my brother is probably going to be here through the weekend, which gives me the chance to talk him into letting me "take care" of his little red convertible until it is time to relocate it to the new town. All in all, should have a good weekend no matter what.
Cross those fingers for me, or whatever apendages you happen to have handy.
