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2015-06-29 @ 12:38 p.m.
things are kind of okay at the moment, so i'm feeling decent today. boy worked all last week just 15 minutes from home, so every day we both arrived home at the same time - a couple days, he got home BEFORE me! - and had dinner together and hung out and felt generally relaxed. little A has been gone to his grandmother's, just a plane ride away since last weekend (yes, the weekend BEFORE this weekend that just passed, hallelujah). the house has been so quiet and clean, and i haven't been woken up by some dumb shit every single morning. and the fucking BEST part has been that absolutely no one has heard from satan. she emailed me the day he left, or the next day, i forget, asking if he had arrived safely and i didn't even respond. she pulled some ridiculous shit the night before, causing this huge scene and making little A cry and all of this bullshit. so i let that stupid bitch fade into the wind after i sent her message to trash, and boy and i have been living like royalty, without any cares in the world. it's been reaaaaaalllly nice. additionally, it is absolutely beautiful outside today and i got to work from home. mr. able texted me this morning saying they had relatives over, sleeping in the basement (our office) and he'd call me when they woke up. he called me around noon and was like "they're still sleeping! i don't know what to do! all of my stuff is down there!" i fucking love this guy. the other morning when i came in, we spent like 15 minutes watching videos of his puppy swimming in the pool for the first time, and her trying to bite the water coming out of the sprinkler and hose (who doesn't love these videos?). since we're like, best friends now i guess, he often isn't home when i come over and we just do stuff over the phone. the other morning i came and his (very hot and much younger) girlfriend was still home, i guess she was on vacation last week. i went upstairs to go to the bathroom and smelled this incredible smell! i'm like wow, what are you making that smells like that? and she's making some dominican thing for her mom, whom i have met many times. she asks if i want some but of course i said no, because i didn't want to impose but also because i always bring my lunch anyway. so i go downstairs to work and of course she comes down a few minutes later with this massive amazing plate of food. it was awesome. i like everyone over there. okay so anyway. i'm going to take advantage of this delightful day, do some more cleaning, and try to pretend my uterus doesn't feel like it's filled with barbed wire. |