A place where there are no jobs, no commitments, and no responsibility...where there are no overages on cell phone minutes (talks to 1 of his friends normally 6-10 times daily)...where there are endless fields of money trees...where the "barely legal" porn is abundant. Hey, my H could go live with Michael Jackson!
Sorry for the sarcasm; I just finished mowing the backyard (Happy Freaking Mother's Day) that H didn't have time to do all week. Those 0, 1, or 2 appts. a day (usually after 5 p.m.) really take a lot out of him, evidently.
