So, I've been meaning to post something here for a while. What ends up happening is I blog straight to blogger and never cut and paste my update here.
Suffice it to say that I survived the horrors of being alone for months. The experience was awful and exciting. I felt so many things being on my own that I'd never felt before. Aside from feeling horribly alone I realized that I'm not quite as independent as I thought and that I keep a cleaner house when I'm on my own. Maybe, that I'm a little stronger than I thought too.
Rigid's Army Graduation came and went and he's been home for a few months now. He's been home so long now that our time apart feels like a distant memory. Like a dream. He's been home so long now that he's getting on my fucking nerves again.
Can you believe this fucker? He had the balls to tell me that he's cooking the Turkey because he can do it better. Basically, I get to be his assistant and help him with the prep. THE FUCKING PREP....are you shitting me?
He's out of his motherfucking tiny mind!