I'm home tonight. Cleaning up the house and doing some spot cleaning on my carpet. Didn't get a chance to yesterday.
I called my girls tonight. The wife answered the apartment phone. Haven't spoken to her since Sunday. I asked how they were doing and she tells me that she just got D7 out of the shower and that D11 was looking for a snack. Being taken by surprise with her answering the phone, I didn't really know what to say. I just asked what time she thought she wanted to come over to the house tomorrow.
"Ohhh, I don't know. I'm going to spend most of the day delivering tamales."
Okayyy. Did she sell 15 or 20 dozen or something?
I say ok, and she asks me if I want to talk to the girls and I say yes, please.
Talked to 'em both, but they were both distracted by a movie that was on. We talked some and found out they went out to a restaurant last night. I hope it was just them, but I didn't ask them. I told them I missed them and that we'll have fun tomorrow, when they come over.
I need to plan what I'll make for dinner tomorrow night. Get some more wine and get some movies.
We'll see how things go. I'm already uncomfortable. Wonder if she'll automatically take the sofa? I suppose she will.
As far as I'm concerned, even if I get her liquored up, she's sleeping on the sofa.
I'm not THAT easy.
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."