Living the dream...one day at a time

[wishing, hoping]

And again J called me this morning. It seems like he always has an excuse to call. You can almost set a clock by his phone calls. He is so predictable. I don't always answer or I let it go to VM but he keeps redialing. Honestly it is old so most of the time I answer just to get the conversation over for the day. Ugh. But on a funny note, I usually know what he's going to say because he constantly repeats himself. It's sad. So I just hold the phone away from my ear and pop out a couple "uh huhs" and "yeahs" just for good measure.

But this morning just reminded me how the more things change, the more they stay the same. J thanked me for dressing D so nicely yesterday and that everyone thought she was adorable (which she is). She said OW's SIL used to be involved with dance and was impressed with D and her form and dedication to dance (I take all J's words with a grain of salt - he lies). He then went on to tell me how the kids are "so much like him" because they are perfectionists and so is he and how it is a "blessing and a curse to try to be perfect in everything you do". BLECH! I don't know if he was trying to bait me with that comment or what, but I just let it slide and didn't say anything snide or complimentary. I just let it sit. Uncomfortable silence.

So he still thinks he is the greatest thing since sliced bread and that all women are just begging to get a piece of him. Please. That's why he picked OW? Because she is the pick of the litter? Right. There's a huge line waiting to get to him. NOT.

What a huge bag of crazy. And it's leaking. I just keep eating my popcorn.

WH