Thanks, Shawna. It was back-to-school day today (yay!) and WAW and I both accompanied Themselves to their new classrooms. Those who are aware of our "situation" had That Look in their eyes. I worried a bit, as I cross-posted over at aliveandkicking's place, that they would take my cordial accompaniment as approval of WAW's decisions and evaluations, but then I channeled my inner @Gypsy and realized I can't control what People think.
WAW herself is behaving very oddly. 3 texts today -- totally unnecessary -- including one checking in on if/how I survived my latest encounter with the GAL From H*ll -- the marathon. 14 miles today, and sports fans t'weren't purty. I need 20 under my belt by mid-September, so I can taper down before the October 11 run date. Assuming I complete it, I will be 46 years, 302 days old on the day -- sure'n'begorrah that's too old to be running your first marathon, thinks I.
And then she called -- called! if you can believe it -- and when I picked up the phone she "hi'd" with the chipperest of chipper "hi's" you're ever heard chipperly hi'd.
Frankly it's kind of p*ssing me off. I mean, I know I'm supposed to be pleased that El Fogo is lifting and she's coming 'round to her senses and all that other DB stuff, but I'm not handling the Big A all that well I guess. I'm dammed if I'm content with the idea of being her Fallback Guy. So Signore crapped out -- big surprise -- and now I'm just supposed to sit here and think, "Well, gosh, WAW -- he gave you the best sex of your life, so you said, and now that he's gone out of the picture I'd sure be awful grateful if I could maybe kinda sorta have a shot at disappointing you in the boo-doir again."
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As you can see, I'm moving into a new Anger Phase.
