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Hand me over your chocolates.. 1:47 p.m. 2006-03-24 I'm having one of those mental health sappy days, where I would feel more comfortable sitting in front of the T.V. watching mindless talk shows, then sitting here at work, feeling sappy, and wondering if anyone has noticed my swollen red swollen eyes.. What I really need to do, is leave this ghetto building that I work in (the bathroom toilets are still not working), and take a nice and long walk on the beach. Too bad it's FREEZING outside. Weather man says we are due for more showers today and into tomorrow. Ever have one of those days, when someone will talk to you about any hint of emotion, which makes you just want to burst out and crying? Well, it happened to me already today. How I hate that. The woman has worked with me ever since I started working at the county--she knows my whole history, and we share a few things in common--ex-husbands who are less the gentlemen when it comes to their fatherly duties. What goes around, comes around! Her ex may be deported back to his native homeland for a crime he committed 30 some years ago. Weird how that happens, huh? 1st Wives of Irresponsible Fathers share a special bond. We should start a club. I guess maybe I should run to the store and look for chocolate to help with my emotional state at the moment. Between this crazy trip, that I am more than likely not want to take anymore--all signs are saying DON'T GO!!! at this point. That wonderful time of the month must be approaching. Aw...it's so wonderful to be a woman! Too bad my wonderful husband is going to have to pay witness to me later. I love you Rich :) |