It sounds to me like no matter what happens with your H, you have benefited from the very tough experience!!
To say the least . . .
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Has he cleared out his stuff, or has he been having second thoughts about running away from a better future with you?
His stuff is still here. I haven't mentioned it at all, and here it sits at this very moment. The boxes that he packed a month ago still remain. I don't know if he's having second thoughts or just not following through. I lean toward not following through.
TEN - Seriously, I didn't think I knew anyone else that uses the word... TOMFOOLERY!?!?!?! LMAO!
Originally Posted By: Onthemountaintop
Sorry to all the men named Tom, but isn't every fool named Tom?
Tomfoolery--the greatest word ever. I am thinking of using it more often. It's so much better than the word horseplay, which doesn't quite compare to the richness of tomfoolery.
I may have to name a photo album on the alt "Tomfoolery." Then I'll have to engage in some and post the pictures.
As for an actual Tom, I only know one. And his ex-wife would certainly say that he is a fool of the highest degree. Can't speak for the other Toms, though.
After going sometime without seeing him, I was surprised to see I had a visitor this evening. He was surprised to find me home, too. Long story short . . .
POSSUM. IS. BACK.
I don't think he can get under the house any more (and rip down thousands of dollars worth of new insulation), but he was enjoying some quiet time on my deck.
He's even more brilliant than I thought. He waited until pest control guys had completely given up hope of catching him. THEN he skillfully and stealthily maneuvered his way back into my life.
Clearly, he's the most expensive pet I've ever had. I am fairly certain the pest control guys will be hearing from me this week.
Of COURSE he wants to go again. What other teenager will have this story to tell their friends? You're giving him a whole mess of "guess what my stepsister MADE me do" stories to regale his friends with. Good work!
Of COURSE he wants to go again. What other teenager will have this story to tell their friends? You're giving him a whole mess of "guess what my stepsister MADE me do" stories to regale his friends with. Good work!
Thank you. Thank you. [I'm bowing now.]
Unfortunately, laughter yoga is canceled for the weekend because it's a holiday weekend. That's just too bad. I'm turning into a laughter yoga junkie.
I can't wait to get brother back there. His borderline threatening glares were worth the laughs I got.
When you don't have what you need, you improvise. I believe I have already proven this with my purple chenille mowing gloves. Well, I've done it again, and the results were just as great.
First, I had a tree (sapling) from grandmother and another one that I had ordered from grandmother's catalog that had to be planted. On a somewhat related note, Boxer dog loves sticks. As I'm digging a hole for the first tree, I notice the tree moving away from me. I almost fell in the hole I was digging as I chased Boxer dog to get the stick back from him. The neighbors enjoyed this spectacle.
I got smarter when it was time to dig the second hole. After I misplaced the second tree and finally found it, I put it in a safe place out of Boxer dog's reach. I attempted to dig a hole, but the ground was really hard. I even hopped on the blade of the shovel, but it didn't do any good. Then I remembered--Boxer dog loves to dig, so I pointed to my not-so-big hole and told him to dig, dig, dig. He did. I could hear the neighbors laughing until one of them came over with a post-hole digger and took over. I appreciate the help, but my method was seeing some success.
Later, it was time to mow the yard. My trusty iPod had a dead battery, thanks to my scatterbrained ways, but I figured the iPhone with its satellite radio app was the perfect solution. Unfortunately, both pairs of my usual mowing shorts were wet in the washing machine, and the replacement shorts had no pockets. As iPhone is heavy, it wouldn't be able to rest in the waistband of back-up shorts, and I had convinced myself that music was absolutely necessary. A backpack to hold the iPhone seemed like overkill, and it would make me feel hotter on an already hot day. I went to the foyer closet and looked and looked. Finally, I found my solution--a black evening bag! It was just the perfect size for iPhone.
I took my evening bag outside, put my iPhone in it, and considered the best way to carry it. I didn't want to carry it over my shoulder or strap it across my body, so I settled for tying the strap to the mower. It worked very well, and I can honestly say my neighbors showed no shock or surprise when they saw me pushing a lawn mower with a black satin evening bag (embellished with rhinestones, no less) attached to it.
Overall, I would say that I had a productive day and still got to enjoy my music as I worked.
