Rednail: Dropping the rope

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Hi Red,
So sorry - I hate to see that. You seemed so up, and just 8 hours later it all seems to go in the dumper.

I don't know why these things (room key) almost seem to come and fly into one's face out of the clear blue right when things seem to be turning around.

There must be a reason.

My one friend calls me garlic bread to be cute because I'm the ultimate side dish.

Hmm, you could break that down to mean lots of things. Garlic: spicy, hot, good for your heart, wards off vampires? Butter: rich, creamy, smooth, mild, good with everything. Bread: Hot, crispy, soft, fluffy, chewy, filling, staff of life.

Of course with good garlic bread, the main course usually winds up being the side dish, doesn't it? And, everybody likes

I know that my W has gotten a room at the Hard Rock hotel in Palm Springs before she goes off to her High School reunion get-together in AZ. They're all staying in a house together, but she probably couldn't stand the thought and got a room so they could have a little together time before they went and pretended they were only friends.

She's almost 60, and going to the Hard Rock hotel. That in and of itself is pretty darned sad.

I dare say although they seem happy, and are doing things we wish they would do with us, both my W and your H are miserable, sad, pathetic creatures. I choose to believe that every action they take to think they're having fun takes them further into the bowels of a great, disgusting toilet.

Perhaps as she's there she'll suddenly realize she's not 24. She doesn't know any of the groups, and the loud music and tequila will give her a pounding headache. May she go back to her rock-themed room and vomit all night.

You try to have a great Sunday, and ignore those fancy-hotel room keys life throws up at you. They only open up misery for everyone.

You and your darling kids can travel wherever you like in the game of your choosing. Anybody can be your companions and room service is free.