Stuck between a rock and a hard place.
First off, yes, the stash has been moved, different room and tucked away.
Second, no, it doesn't look like the hubby is going to say a word to the houseguest about it.
Third, I'm the one who is starting to feel like a guest.
I don't have time for a long post, we are going out to lunch with the hubby's mom followed by finishing up our grocery shopping.
We invited Tall to dinner last night, he was busy of course. We invited him for dinner tonight, he said sure. We said "wow, really?" He said "don't push it." Don't push it? What? Does he think he is doing us a favor by eating our food? Sigh.
If you can't tell, I'm feeling kind of depressed. The hubby asks what's wrong. Besides the obvious? Not much, thanks.
Off to lunch.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Loosing My Footing
Posted by Me. at 12:21 PM
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