Okay, so here I am at home in the middle of the dagnab day because someone called the office, I answered, they asked a quick question and hung up, but I SWEAR it was my XBIL. After 20 years, I know his intonations, patterns, etc. I ran for home expecting another home invasion.
I can't keep living this way!!!Feeling like I need guard dogs. The sooner I move out of this house the better! I feel I have to stay here for awhile just to assure x doesn't drive up in a trailer and break into the house. I swear if I had a bidet he would steal it.
Guess I'll hang around for an hour or so and see if he shows up. UGH!
