Haven't posted in a while. Nothing much to post. We had the Big Meeting on The Boy last Thursday, and STBXMRSSP reverted to type, choosing under stress to reveal (yet again) the depths of her not-so-covert loathing of me. Which is okay. Water, the backs of ducks. I've simply been Darkly, darkly. Now I'm marking time until Saturday, which will be the one-year anniversary of the Bomb.
In the Rich Irony department, the children wanted so much to make presents for their mom for Valentine's Day, that I spent all day yesterday with them working on their respective crafts, spending about $30 on supplies. But I'm sure she'd do the same for me.
