48 hour rule. Cranky me...last night spouse went out "not to worry"...is this the new password for gutless..."no need to worry"...I'm beginning to feel like Afred E Neuman..."What me, worry?!"
yes, I must get some detachment but really: Spouse complains about friend who is letting EX live with her and their children. The ex husband really is an emotional infant and poorly behaved. Spouse went over there last night and called me to complain about this guy. The real irony: She was calling from her car while on her way to OW...Irony follows me through life...and makes me want to scream.

Then when spouse came home we had a bit of a "tiff" because I was on edge and have a hard time being smiling bright...gee I wonder why?

Work is driving me nuts and I'd better find something to do for me soon or I might explode. And Coffee Buddy just came to see if she could do anything for me...I suppose I could find that funny but irony is more my style. Please no 2X4s...jokes and laughter would be appreciated...anybody...anybody...

I have a shovel and I'm not afraid to use it.
Stubby