I emailed roomie earlier this morning:

Wanted to see if you would talk to your boss about taking Thursday off
as well. I can get it here, I think. Might be good idea to take an extra
day to recover and not feel rushed to leave so fast after the funeral.
Time to visit your Dad and Frances.

Let me know, enjoy lunch and have a fantastical day!

She replied:

I am thinking of just going myself with Deanna so I don't have to drive
with a window that doesn't roll up and the kids don't need to be around
this, who knows there might be a fight between Rudy/Juan and my dad.
Hopefully not but who knows.


I'm like, ok.

I replied:

Ok, I'll cancel the room. I guess I'll still take off though and take
'em to Fiesta Tx.


She replied:

I'm not saying I'm going to do it, what do you think?
I don't mind all of us going, just an idea, tell me what you think


To which I replied:

I guess your saying about the kids being at a funeral? Yeah, I see what your saying, but they will probably want to see your Dads kids. They may not even want to go. I don't mind, either way. I wouldn't mind seeing your dad. But I can see it being easier for you if you went alone, too.



Just got off the phone with roomie. Just finished with last client. We are both still at work. I hear her whispering something. She does this a lot, when she is talking about someone at the office. I say I can' hear you. She says that she is just now reading my last email. She whispers when she reads, too.

That last email was sent over an hour ago.

I said, "I thought you were whispering something to me." She whispers some more and I say "What?" She whispers louder, "You smell."

She laughs and I say, "Funny."

She says the tape holding her window up gave way and the window went down. I say, "Thats ok, I can get it up."

She says, "You can? Can you?"

I say, "I can. I just have to think real hard."

I hear a chuckle. I chuckle.

We discuss dinner, and we'll decide on what to do tonight.

Her family is wack. She is afraid her father might want to fight her mothers current husband, who was her mothers first husband and father of the oldest daughter. MIL left him and married roomie's father. She divorced him, and lived with another man for about 15 years, had another daughter with this guy and left him for current husband, who was the first one to begin with.

Did you get that? Now you know what the hell I deal with?


Me 47, WW 38
SS18, D15, D10

Good Bye Girl. No longer SAYING she's moving out. GBG moved out 8-1-08

"I have now decided to enjoy life instead of figure it out."