Traveling the broken road....

[Just_Me]

Let us know how XW is when you talk to her or see her later.

Okay, as requested, here I am letting you know. She looked absolutely fabulous. She had her hair done today. It was beautiful and I complimented her on it several times.

Anyway, to start at the beginning. Yesterday, I ignored one call from her; she didn't call back. Tonight I ignored another call, but she did call back on my cell maybe a half hour later. As per usual, she had a request, but neither were a big deal. Every year that we've been married (which isn't many) we pick between us a charity or two to contribute to. This year for her b-day I wrote in her card to pick one of her choosing and I'd donate in honor of her b-day. It's really kind of a gift up her alley. One year she asked me to send the money to her friend instead. So her first request was for me to make the donation for the New Orleans disaster relief. The second was that her son wanted to come over and play a game. I said I had some errands to run, but she could bring him by in an hour or so.

So two hours later she shows up. I'm in the midst of a little work downstairs. I don't bother stopping and eventually she comes downstairs (rather than just dropping off her son and driving away-something she could have done I suppose since she knew I was home). She just had her hair done. It looked gorgeous; I told her so.

Then, for some strange reason she asked if I'd go get cigarettes. I told her that I wouldn't...she could go if she wanted some. Let me backtrack. Neither of us are smokers. She does when she's stressed out or when she's drinking. I do occasionally when I'm drinking and I used to get a pack when I'd go to see her and we'd smoke a few together. Maybe it brings back old times. So anyway, she asked me again as I continued to get the garbage ready for garbage day and I said I was avoiding nicotine. So I went inside and got her a Mike's hard lemonade and said that would have to be her fix. She still didn't come back into the house, but I went back in to fold clothes and said instead of smoking she could chat with me while I folded clothes. She did come in eventually and wouldn't you know it, asked me again if I'd go get some cigarettes. I swear, I don't have the foggiest idea why she wanted me to go, but I agreed, and she giggled. A test of sorts? Did she want me out of the house to count rubbers? Check for women's panties? She even told me to drive her car (btw, I don't like her newer car even as much as the old one of mine she sold back to me).

So, to make this long story even longer, when I came back we sat outside and smoked and talked about the New Orleans tragedy. These things always hit her pretty hard. I mainly listened because unfortunately I haven't been keeping up on it that much. I did check it out tonight and am frankly shocked at the situation. If camera crews can get to these people how come food and water can't?

So without a lot of analyzing, my suspicion is that she just felt a need to talk. She stayed here almost an hour; mainly talking about N.O., but also she talked about her hair color (I think I did something right because after the compliments she talked about it), about her weight (she's too skinny, she thinks too fat), and about this breast lump. If it's not resolved in a week she's going to have it looked at.

Her son stayed the night. I was kind of surprised. He hasn't spent the night when my kids aren't here for quite a while. So I suppose I'll see her in the morning, maybe, if I haven't left for work already.

So now you know what I know and you can tell me to shut up.

W

P.S. I didn't do any physical stuff tonight.