Archive for June 3, 2009

Okay.. sorry this was late but like.. you know.. there were other things going on.

So on with it it


This episode should have been called :REVELATIONS:.

A lot of the back store was revealed which kinda gave some inside into past relationships and some much needed answers to questions.


The man with the scarred face? Yea, he was a deputy that worked under the Sheriff. There was wide speculation that it was Wakefield.. but too many people with the right sources have been saying that it was the deputy and there it stands.

He makes his speaking debut when he confronts Abby to tell her that her father has been lying to her.. that JD is not the killer.

NOTE: Earlier, the Sheriff and Henry find Uncle Marty’s cell phone in JD’s room.

Cause yea.. like.. finding a phone in some else’s possession is JUST AS GOOD as having a clear pictured video tape with excellent sound to prove somebody is a killer.

In the meantime… Malcom finally comes clean about Booth. Well.. let’s be fair. He didn’t come clean because of a heavy conscience. He got busted with the money by the Frat Boys (Scully and the black dude) looking for Scully’s blow up doll, Muffin.

Malcom tells them everything and needless to say, the boys don’t take to kindly to it. The black dude pummels Malcolm and tells that when he gets downstairs, they are going to the Sheriff.

NOTE: Now, don’t mind me but IF you knew someone KNEW something about the death of your friend but didn’t say anything because he had mega bucks from ANOTHER dead guy where he accidentally sank the boat with the dead body on it.. would YOU let him out of your sight????

Next thing you know, Malcolm is doing the honorable (!) thing and burning the money in the Inn’s incinerator. Where he is promptly taken hold of by behind and hacked? Stangled? Burned? Dosed?

Don’t know how exactly he was killed because they didn’t show it but yet another one bites the dust!

Meanwhile… Henry and Trish decide to cancel the wedding. I think Henry was thinking more “postponment” but Trish was like, “yea.. nope.. not doing it.. EVER“. She can’t get past everything even though Henry can’t help who is brother is :: JD is still the prime subject. They even called out the coon hounds on his skinny butt! ::

Abby goes to talk to her and they yknow.. bond over having murdered parents so Abby told her that the way SHE was able to make peace was to talk to her mother. This was actually some pretty inane stuff but to wrap it up, Abby accompanies Trish to the morgue where under a human burrito wrapped sheet is Mr. Wallingford. Don’t know what Trish said.. I think I may have gone to the bathroom.. but it’s over with.

Meanwhile.. Shay realizes that Richard has been gone all day. Madison wonders if it’s because of what she said to the Sheriff.

NOTE: I may not have mentioned this last week but after the Sheriff interviewed Madison who confirms that she was with her father, she questions her mother on whether Richard would be pleased that she told the police exactly what he told her to. I think Richard was fetish-ing with Catherine during the time in question.

Now.. here’s the meat of the episode.

Like I said, they should have titled this “Revelations”..

The epi flipped back and forth between the present and flashbacks. I’m not going to go frame by frame because I’m not that insane but here’s the scoop:

Back when Jimmy and Abby were dating.. there was a planned campSEXing trip. Abby’s mother busts her on going with Jimmy instead of her girlfriend and her mother says something about Jimmy being dangerous.. with his charm, good looks, etc. The implication was that the Sheriff was safe where as Abby was looking for passion. Her mother tells her the Sheriff IS passionate… about hating Jimmy.

Cute line.

Anyway.. Abby leaves and meets up with Jimmy. As they’re walking in the woods around the inlet, something blows up. They rush down to find one of the Sheriff’s deputies :: the burned man from earlier :: laying on the pier.. um.. burned.

The Sheriff tells Abby to go home and stay with her mother. She does but when she gets to the house.. it’s empty. She notices scratch marks on the door when the phone rings. It’s the Sheriff telling her to lock all the doors and windows. She tells him that her mother is no where to be found and then you hear a scream.

Abby goes outside to investigate and comes across Wakefiled dragging a body down the road where he uses the face spade :: or whatever they call it :: . Wakefield hears her gasp and as he turns to investigate, Jimmy happens to come around with his truck. What we don’t know until the very end of the episode is that Jimmy saw Abby hiding so he called attention to himself on purpose giving Abby the chance to escape. Wakefield comes after Jimmy but he peels away.

Abby takes off and comes across the infamous hanging tree where her mother is swinging in the breeze. The sheriff comes up behind her and the next scene you see where the Sheriff is sending her away to California. The get into an argument and the Sheriff barks “..DID YOU EVER THINK MAYBE SHE DESERVED WHAT SHE GOT”.

That must have been the “pretty nasty things’ he had referred to in a previous epeisode.

After the burned man had told Abby that she needed to talk to the Sheriff.. she confronts him.

He tells her that Wakefield and her mother had been invovled with each other when she was very young but that she came to the island to escape him.

When Wakefield showed up on the island THE FIRST TIME.. the Sheriff, being that man that he is, tells his deputies to hunt him down and make sure he never wants to visit the island again. Apparently, there was some type of altercation between Wakefield and the Deputy-Who-Would-Be-Burned involving a knife. The Sheriff pulled in every marker and had Wakefield charged with some trumped up stuff.

Can’t remember how much jail time he got but you know when he got out, he was one pissed off mo-fo.

Hence his return to the island AND his killing spree.

So that’s basically it.. OH! Except for the letter that Madison receives slipped under her room door. You don’t know what it says but it was obviously some type of instruction. She goes to a room where the door is half open and as she enters, the door slams behind her.

Roll Credits.

Not sure if CBS would want to show a kid being murdered.. but she may NOT have been murdered. We’ll have to wait until next week.

BUT.. Question of the Week is:

SO, Is Abby really Wakefield’s daughter??

Right off the bat, the day didn’t start off without some kind of something.

Chief had to go to the wholesalers early so I had to stop and get my own coffee and cigarettes. I was in line at the local convenience store and who do I run into?

Spaz’ teacher.

We have this NICE.. LONG.. conversation about him and his behavior and every I suspected was dead on. He wasn’t not feeling good the day before or ever but they have to send him down and they know it. So does he.

I thought yesterday would be a little better. Especially because I downloaded The Offsprings “Rise and Fall, Rage and Grace” and Kings Of Leon’s “Only By The Night” albums from iTunes.

Buying music usually puts me in a good mood.

I called Chief and told him that I had to stop and pay the rent. He asked what was for dinner and I told him I had no clue. He suggested I swing by the Polish butcher’s near my job for kielbasa. I told him I would and if they were closed then I’d go to the regular market BUT I wasn’t going to stop at the store.. I was going to go right home to start dinner.

He was fine with that.. as he said, “.. You have way too much to do but won’t admit that it’s too much”.

So I did all that but when I got to the house, Spaz is there still in his school clothes. So I asked him why he didn’t change and walked into the kitchen with the bags and started getting dinner ready.

He asked again for the telescope and I told him he wasn’t getting it until he proved he was responsible… and considering that last night he took a shower and DID NOT change his underwear does not prove anything other then he’s a pig.

I said again something about Child Youth Services again and he said that the Crack Whore only said that to scare his dad.




OMG.. I fucking went off the chain. I said, “Scare him? SCARE HIM? Scare him into what? Getting YOU to change your underwear? Getting YOU to take a shower when your suppose to? Getting YOU to do what your told to do? Why didn’t she try scaring YOU instead of your father. That man doesn’t do a DAMN THING and this is what he gets.”

OMG.. I can’t even begin to tell you how torqued I was.

And then it all came out.. how Chief has to be there for them because he’s their father but I CHOOSE to be here because I love them.. I told him that I NEVER talk down about her to him but I was going to tell him something that if it hurt his feelings then oh fucking well.. I told him that the only reason why she’s pushing the issue is that she wants the child support money not necessarily the child.

I told him that she lives 3 blocks away.. if she really wanted you around then why didn’t she take you on the weekends? There’s no custody agreement.. all she has to do is ask Chief but she never does. She lives 3 blocks away.. ON THE WAY HOME FROM SCHOOL .. why doesn’t she ever tell him to stop in after school?

I told him that if she called CYS.. then I was calling DEA. I have WAY too many friend who are federal agents in all areas of the federal government… IRS, ATF, DEA, CIA .. :: sometimes it’s good being me :: and I will reign hell down on her if she continues to fuck with my family.

When Chief came home, we ate dinner and when he went into the bedroom I followed him and told him about the conversation I had with Spaz.

I said that I was under the impression that the nurse was going to call… he didn’t say anything. Nothing. So I don’t know if whatever…

Anyway, I had to run to the store to buy Spaz 130 pairs of boxer shorts and when I came back :: all of like 30 minutes later :: Chief was asleep.

And there he remained.

All night.

I watched something at 9. Can’t remember and almost go through all of Real Housewives of New Jersey before conking out.

Thinking about everything today.. I really do believe that I am done with all this shit. I feel distant from him.. I feel like his feelings have changed and there’s none of what brought us together left. Everything now feels fake. Like he has to kiss me.. or tell me he loves me.. because that’s what’s expected.

I just feel like I’m drifting along without a horizon in sight

Chief woke me up Monday morning right before he left for work which was just as well because by then, I couldn’t stand being near him. Everything he did.. or didn’t do.. or said.. or didn’t’ say I manipulated in my mind.

I got ready for work and didn’t wake the boys up until I was ready to walk out the door. I couldn’t handle them either .. espcially considering how they left the dining room table.

I get to the shop and he was mopping. So I just grabbed a cup of coffee.. told him I’d talk to him later and left. Just being in the same room with him was making me buggy.

I was weepy all during the drive to work.. in work.. during break and the beginning of lunch. I knew I really couldn’t deal with this anymore so even though he was at the shop, I called him.

He said that the nurse had called and Spaz was there with a low grade fever.. probably running around too much or whatever.. so I was like, “yea. I guess”

He asked if anything was wrong and I told him I was having a bad day.. that

I wasn’t doing good.. that I was hanging by a thread. He asked what he was doing wrong.. just tell him because he didn’t want me to be sad..

And then a customer walked in. He said he would call me right back and he did.. about 10 minutes later.

I started to tell him the things that were on my mind but another customer came in.

He said he would call me back again, but this time he didn’t right away. About an hour or so went by and when he finally DID call back he told me that he had just had it out with the Crack Whore. She had gone up to the school to pick up Spaz and she called and said something about his odor and calling CYS :: Child Youth Services ::

NOTE: CYS is like DHS :: Dept of Human Services :: it’s the organization people call when there is child endangerment.

I went fucking ballastic. I was like WHAT?? He said he told her that Spaz takes a shower every night and he puts clean clothes on in the morning so he doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

I told him, “.. yea, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t take a shower when he’s told to.. God knows where he got his clothes this morning because I wasn’t home.”

I then told him to make no mistake about it, CYS was coming to the house. There’s already one strike against it from January because of Bubba’s room. I said I’ve been telling him.. been telling the boys that something like this was going to happen. I only ONE person.. nobody listens to what I say.. nobody does what I ask them to do.. etc. etc. etc.

He got real quiet. He said he didn’t know what to do. I said, “.. guess I’m going to have to take care of it.

Another customer came in so he hung up.

I couldn’t sit still at my desk. All I kept thinking about was that the bathroom was a hazard area.. that the kitchen was probably wrecked because they were the last one’s home.. that if the dog pooped, they probably walked right over it on the way out the door.

But more then that.. I am an adult in that house. I may not have any legal say regarding the kids but I am an adult in that house. Any charges filed would also be filed against ME and I’ll be fucking damned if I was going to get a child endangerment charge for kids that weren’t mine ESPECIALLY because I’ve been on them and on them and on them and ON them.

I call Chief and tell him that I’m on my way to the house.. he asks if I can stop at the shop first because he would really like that.. I tell him, yknow, I’ll probably wind up losing my job for leaving the way I did.

I didn’t know if that was all together true or not but it is a possibility.

I get to the shop and he hugs me.. burying his head deep in my shoulder without saying anything. I know he’s feeling something but I dont know what and to perfectly honest, I didn’t care. I said to him that I’ve had just about enough of this nonsense.. that I wasn’t going to get into trouble for HIS kids especially because I am after them and after them and after him to pick up after themselves and be responsible.

What could he say but “I know”?

So I went home and made sure everything was the way it was suppose to be.. except the boys’ rooms. THEY were doing that.

Bubba was the first one in.. he asked me why I was home and handed me my keys that I had left in the door.

I told him about what happened with Spaz and school and that his bedroom better be cleaner then when he first moved in. That if the state took them, they would probably eventually go with their mother :: maybe :: but until then, they’d be in foster care.

He went upstairs and did what he had to do. He said something about Spaz being a douchebag and I told him that he was just as bad… starting with HIS room and finishing with his grades. He asked if Chief was going to be pissed when he came home and I told him that it was a safe bet. He said that he didn’t know if he wanted to come home for dinner and I told him he’d have to come home sometime… he asked if he could go out with his friends and I said yea primarily because I really didn’t want him hanging around.

So he left and about an hour or so later, Spaz comes in.


I told him that I knew all about his little act of going to the nurse when he doesn’t feel like being in class.. being told what to do.. acting out.. and because of that he’s going to rip this family apart…

He tried to defend himself.. with more lies, of course.. but I wasn’t hearing any of it. I told him to go into his room and clean it better then when HE first moved in and I got met with mumbling about how long it was going to take him.. and started kicking his bedroom door.

I was in MY bedroom and flew down the hallway and started yelling at him about that being MY door.. and when HE starts working and paying rent then he can kick whatever he wants to be.. he made some smart ass remark and I punched the bathroom door.

Yea. You read right. I punched the bathroom door. Hard. AND told him that he didn’t know how bad I could do that to his face.

Now.. BEFORE YOU START PROTESTING.. that was the first time that I EVER raised my voice to him. That’s not how I handle him. But you know what? He deserved it. Obviously, right or wrong, that’s what he responds to and he needed to understood what serious consequences were going to fall because of what he was doing. He needed to know how pissed I was and how very close I was to leaving.

I told them the same as I told their father.. I’m not getting charged for child endangerment for kids that aren’t mine and don’t listen to a damn word I say.

He went into his room and started cleaning it.

I called Chief and told him what had happened and he said “Good, he deserves it.”

Chief came home with pizza and after dinner, I just went into my room. Honestly, I don’t even remember falling asleep. But I do remember my last thought…

My needs.. thoughts.. feelings.. get pushed aside once again.

We sleep in. Believe me, THAT’S a novelty.

He suggests going to the flea market we had taken Spaz to the day he was being an obnoxious fuck and ruined everything.

It was going to be perfect weather for hanging out at a flea market so I get ready and we go.. getting there around 10am. We do what you do at flea markets and came away with something for the shop and bones for the dogs. We had seen everything there was to see by noon so I suggested we drive to the flea market that we always go to in the opposite state.

He thinks it’s a great idea so we head down there.

Now mind you.. I :: in no way :: forgot about everything that happened on Friday night. There were moments that I was overcome with such saddness but I was really trying hard to enjoy being able to do what we wanted without having to even think about the kids.

In fact, we had seen a really beautiful chest that someone was selling:

CHIEF: Wow. Look at that hope chest.

ME: Yea.. it’s really nice.

CHIEF: If we had a place to put it I’d get it for you.

ME: But I have no hope.

He let out this hearty laugh that he does when I say something that he doesn’t see coming but he had no clue that I was just being honest and didn’t say it as just a smart ass remark.

We get to the second flea market and while we’re walking around he gave an “OH WOW” at this one spot. I thought he was referring to the telescope the guy was selling but he was actually being sarcastic, referring to the coffee maker with a duct taped wire.

He started to walk away and I asked him if he saw the telescope. He said he didn’t and turned around to took look and then gave an “OH WOW” for real.

The thing was one of the ones that you can hook up to your computer and you can punch in coordinates and the telescope will automatically move there.

NOTE: Chief is REALLY into all things space. The first Christmas we spent together, I bought him a telescope. It was better then most but not one of the ones that cost the same as a mortgage payment. He loved it but never used it and is currently propped up between the desk and dresser in our bedroom with about 7 inches of dust on it. I also bought him a star from the National Star Registry.

He asks the guy how much he wants for it and the guy says 100.00. It is painfully clear to me that he wants it but the miser in him would never buy it. I ask him if he has a hundred on him and he said he did so I told him if he wanted it, then to get it and I would give him the money back if he felt some kind of way about spending it.

Considering everything that was going on, I started to get a knot in my stomach because he was obviously salvating over this thing and yet the one I gave him he never touched.

That may seem childish.. way immature.. and oh-so-girly but I’m only being honest. It’s no secret to anyone that knows me that for the most part I put out this I-AM-WOMAN-HEAR-ME-ROAR vibe but the truth is.. when it comes to him.. I never really feel on solid ground.

It wasn’t alway like that.. in the beginning I had too much confidence because I wasn’t emotionally attached. Now that my guard is down and I’ve given him my heart I’m always afraid of getting hurt. Cause this one would be devastating.

Even though he has more then enough money on him, he tells the guy he only has 80.00 and they guy takes it. He asks him if he could hold it until we finish lunch and the guy was like “sure”. As we’re walking towards the Farmer’s Market, he was like, “.. oh my God, what did we just do?”

Chief does NOT like spending money. At all.

So I said “..well, sometimes you just have to do it.” and continued walking.

Then.. just to see … well, I don’t know what I “just wanted to see” but I said, “I guess Spaz can have your other telescope.”

I WANTED him to say… was HOPING he would say, “… oh no, you gave me that telescope.”

Instead he said nothing and I was fighting harder then I ever did not to let the tears fall.

We go into the buffet place and he’s all blahblahblahblah about this stupid telescope and I can bearly eat. For me, the rest of the day was trashed. I just wanted to go home.

So we drive around to where the guy was and he puts the telescope in the back of my wagon.

As we drive the hour back to our house, I’m not saying nothing. In fact, all I did was drive. He wasn’t saying anything either but here, he fell asleep.

We get back to the house and I tell him I’m going to take a nap. He was like, “.. oh, thank God! I wanted to take on too but thought you’d think I was wussing out.”

I just took my glasses off and put the pillow over my head.

About an hour or so later, Spaz comes home. He knocks on the door and says that the Crack Whore wants to talk to Chief. Chief says that he’s sleeping so Spaz asks for me. Chief tells him that I’m sleeping too and whatever she has to say can wait.

Spaz says something like, “… well, that’s exactly what I’m going to tell her.”

I really don’t care at this point. Or at any point for that matter.

Chief winds up getting up and going out to the kitchen and I think I hear some kind of conversation about the telescope from the flea market that he set down in the dining room.

He gets back into bed and I roll over.. making a human burrito out of the blankets but I can’t fall back to sleep.

He had put the tv on and was flipping though the stations when Spaz knocks on the door again. He asks if he can have the telescope.

So.. obviously.. Chief heard me at the flea market and OBVIOUSLY he had already told Spaz.

I ask Spaz why he lied to me. Both of them looked at me like “.. wha???” and I said, “I asked you if you took a shower yesterday and you said you did. And I know for a fact that you didn’t.”

He put on the face he puts on when you catch him in a lie and he’s scrambling to get out of it. He said he DID take a shower.

I told him that the bathroom was the same way I left if after MY shower :: washcloth hanging on the hook, bottles with their caps on in the hanging shower holder thing, towel hanging on the rack, etc. ::

He doesn’t do anything but starts to lie again but I stopped him. I said, ‘.. you’re not getting the telescope today. I’ll give it to you tomorrow.”

He said that was fair and when he closed my bedroom door and noticed Chief looking at me, I was like “.. you got a problem with that?”

He was like “.. absolutely not” or something like that.

He was still flipping through the cable channels and stopped at the movie P.S. I LOVE YOU with Hilary Swank and Gerald Butler.

NOTE: Fantastic movie! Well.. anything with Gerald Butler is fantastic but this one is really really good.

As we’re watching it, Chief says to me, “.. I bet I know what you’re thinking ‘why doesn’t HE [Chief]die so he can send me love letter afterwards.”

I put on my thinking face and after a couple beats said, “Nah.. you’re not going to do something after your dead that you don’t do when your alive.”

He was like HEY!!!

I said, “.. “HEY” what? It’s the truth right?”

After the movie was done, I had to take a ride down to DeeDee’s mom’s house to drop off groceries. He says he’ll take a ride with me. So we go and it doesn’t take that long but I’m still feeling some type of way.

The boys had already had dinner so he suggest we grab something and eat somewhere outside by the river. He said it was too nice out to go back to the house.

I agree.. because I really want to talk to him about how I feel.. and I have to do it before I chicken out.

So we go through McDonald’s drive thru and park down by the river. We eat silently for awhile and then he says something like, “… wonderful view, wonderful company, wonderful night” and I was like, “uh huh”.

Sorry.. but I can’t turn my emotions on and off like a light switch.

He started telling me stories from when he was a kid and I didn’t have the heart to bring up anything to flip the script.

So we drove home.

Bubba was there when we walked in and he started in about giving Spaz the telescope so right away I said, “.. what do you care?” and he said, “.. but he’s only 9.”

I said, “.. one, it’s none of your business and two, he’s 11 you idiot”.

Then I went into my bedroom and started playing on the laptop. The boys kept bickering and Chief kept yelling at them but thankfully, I was able to fall asleep rather quickly because I don’t think my body could keep up with another night of tossing and turning.

There was a huge catering order that was going to picked up at 10am so I didn’t have much of a choice but to get up early and help Chief at the shop.

I wasn’t in the best of moods :: obviously :: and was exhausted from not getting a lot of sleep and the REASON I didn’t get a lot of sleep.

I’m not the best morning person to begin with so I think Chief attributed my mood to that plus the hectic morning.

I had every intention of talking to him .. I did .. but the shop is NOT the place to do it. Either a customer walks in and interrupts OR there is just too many diversions if he needs one :: sodas needed to be restocked.. etc.. :: so I had to wait.

The Crack Whore winds up calling around 11 and there is some kind of conversation that again, I’m not privy to. All I’m told is that she will pick Spaz up at 2pm.

Spaz had logged into the PS3 at home so I sent him a message from the store’s PS3 telling him to get into the shower because I didn’t know what time the Crack Whore was picking him up and he needed to be ready.

NOTE: I told him that because if I gave him the actual time, he would wait until the last minute.

I told Chief that I would go home around noon to make sure he was ready.. had clothes packed :: he was supposedly staying over night :: and make sure he was showered, teeth brushed, etc.

Chief mentions something about going to one of our favorite restaurants for dinner since we would be “kid-less” but I turned him down. I blamed the cost factor but in reality, I just didn’t want to go. I didn’t think I could pretend to have a good time and I didn’t want to be miserable.

So I head home and the house was a wreck. In the … oh, I don’t know, 5 hours that Spaz was by himself, the kitchen was a mess from the eggs he made himself :: leaving the oven flame on AGAIN :: glasses, plates, utensils, pop tart wrappers… disgusting.

I asked him if he had taken a shower and he said he had.. he had clean clothes on and honestly, I was just SO po’d about the house that I just went right into “Clean” mode just to avoid him.

I told him to get his clothes together because he was spending the night with her and he pulled a little hissy fit saying that nobody ever asks him what he wants to do. I through the forks in the sink with force and said, “… do you think MAYBE your father and I would like a night alone????”

He didn’t say anything after that and just as I was finishing up Chief called and said he needed me down at the shop.. he was swamped.

So I drove down there and jump in waiting on customers. Not too happy but yknow, it’s my shop too.

A little while later, Spaz called wanting to talk to his father. Obviously, she had picked him up and I find out by Chief’s end of the conversation that Spaz wanted to know if he needed a fishing license.

The store calms down and about 4, I was in the back playing Call of Duty when the phone rang. He answered and I heard him say something like, “.. they don’t like turkey just give them [didn’t hear].” I figured it was the Crack Whore and wow.. she doesn’t know what her kid likes to eat.. go figure.

I go back to playing my game expecting him to come back into the kitchen but instead he starts slicing lunch meat. I go out to the front and he’s cutting meat that we use in sandwiches. I ask him if he was cutting for prep and he said no that the Crack Whore put an order in that she was going to pick up and how much he “.. hates that cunt.”

Well.. if you HATED her so much then ban her from the store. Don’t sell her stuff. To me, it’s that simple. But we’ve had this discussion before and you know, it never ends good because all he does is make bullshit excuses and I get aggravated.

NOTE: I am under the firm belief that the opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference. If you hate someone, you still have an emotion for them. As hard as it is for me to accept.. as hard for me to understand how you can still feel something for a woman who fucked up your life.. your kids lives.. and continues to do so is beyond me but it is what it is.

All I know is that I was making myself scarce. I didn’t want to be in the same county as her let alone the same store so I told him I was taking off to go shopping. He said something like “… you’re going to leave me here alone?” and I was like, “yep” .. grabbed my handbag and started to walk out. He called out “.. I love you” and I just raised my hand over my head as if to say, “.. yep. I heard you.”

So away I went.. drowning my sorrows in retail therapy. I bought 3 pairs of capris, 3 shirts and a really cute pair of sandles.

When I finally got back to the store, I assumed she had already been there but he didn’t say anything about it and I didn’t ask.

We closed up shop a half hour earlier.. grabbed some Chinese take out and went home to an empty house with no kids.

Taking advantage of that.. we watched two movies. “An American Carole” .. which was really funny if your political tendencies favor the right wing and “The Uninvited”. THAT was a phenomenal movie. Honest. It was. Really. You should watch it.

Afterwards we played a few rounds of Call of Duty and then went to bed.