So, finally heard from "the man". It was...pretty much exactly like I'd guessed. (Insert 5 minutes of "blank" space here). I really hate that money is so important to some people. Yes, yes, yes, money *is* important but it's not *more* important than feelings. At least that's my feelings about it and we're discussing my feelings here and not some douchebag who oh nevermind.
I hate how being financially unattractive boils down for so many men as just *unattractive*. I never rated men that way so it REALLY bothers me when I am measured by that shitty shortened yardstick. I'm not ugly. Inside and out. That said, "eff off loser! I'm better off."
Yeah, I am.
I'm just sad that somebody who seemed too good to be true was even less. I can't believe how disappointed I am that he's exactly like I hoped he wasn't but was figuring (by the way he was acting---*NOT* what he was saying mind you) he was. Still with me after that circuitous line of logic? OK. done.
Heads up though, manbashing will be happening here now and again for awhile. I'll get over it though, which is more than I can say for him.
Moving on...
So, been doing too much around here and not getting enough done anyway. Did laundry almost non-stop yesterday and still have more to do today. I found 2 bags of dirty clothes in the RV after I was told "I don't know where my clothes are, I put them in the laundry" and "I thought you had them". Seriously.
I've got to get into the shop today and paint my mailbox so I can get the damn thing up before the end of the month! You'd think this would be a straightforward thing but the studio has been turned over the last 2 months into a kind of a dump-all and I can barely move in there. Which of course irritates me to no end but I told them to "put it there---for now" so in the end, it's my doing.
OK, I'm gonna "break" for a bit and get dressed etc and go find my paint for the mail box. I'll be back though (you have been warned, lol)
(12:59 p.m.) I'm ba-aaaaack... did I go find the paint? Hell no. I did dishes, played zuma in between, made chicken soup (my mamma is sick and I'm sending my son---with a mask on cuz I don't want that stuff over here---to take it to her), got dressed, played on fb, talked to Sissy. Had coffee & breakfast and got my metformin (all within my "time limits" YAY!) I did dang near *everything* BUT find the paint.
OK...but I'm gonna go out there soon. Got a wait a bit though. Had to take a vicodine---been 2 days without any and that was good. I'm sure I probably could have gone with out one today but I want to hold off about twenty minutes between bathroom visits, not spend and hour and twenty minutes in the bathroom at one shot. So, that's pain lessening right? The upside is my leg quit aching so badly as well. I really hate using the vic but I get the worrisome feeling that I need to (since it slows everything down a little bit like nothing else will) or I just might end up (excuse the crudeness) shitting my way into the ER. On that crude note...it's been a little twenty minutes and things are looking pretty much on schedule in the *that* department...back later...
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