Today is totally boring. Seriously, so I won’t mind if you don’t bother reading this. Honestly, I won’t. It can’t be easy for you having to traipse through the monotony that is daily life for so many people, hoping for a small amount of excitement. I do it all the time.
I have the housework to do, because I didn’t do it yesterday, because I was writing. I have to clean the bathroom because… dust. I hate dust. It’s so damn… permanent. You clean it, it comes back… every single day.! 😦 I have to shower because I haven’t since… Sunday, I think… yeah, Sunday.
That’s bad, but it’s not like I’ve been out reisting all over people, just Bear and he’s used to it. I’ve got a meal plan to make, a shopping list to write, lunch to make for Sunday for the kids to take back with them to Musical Practice and a son to track down.
He said he’d call last Sunday and didn’t… so I have to stalk him and grab him before work or before he gets engrossed in his Final Fantasy XIV game. His fiancee keeps posting baby stuff and links to wedding dress companies on her Facebook.
She’ll have to be far more blatant than that if she wants him to get the hint. A breeze block to the head with ‘I WANT TO GET MARRIED’ on it might do the trick… but I doubt it. He can do the engagement thing no problem, but actually setting a date… good luck with that.
He’s his mother’s son and he spent years watching the air crash disaster that was my marriage, so I doubt he’ll be keen to get into one of his own. Not that his will be an air crash, but he knows he’s not the most observant, or the most communicative of people and he can be lazy.
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