I'll never figure boys out. My 41 year old boyfriend of the past 5+ years has decided to join his loser roommates in a trip down Pathetic Lane. He wants to "jam whenever he wants with the bands that practice at his house", and "not have to have scheduled time to spend with me", and "it's just not fun anymore".
Hello? Did I miss something? I'm seriously so stunned I haven't shed a single tear... thank GAWD for girlfriends, though. I've had unbelievable support from some of the best women ever.
And I am totally psyched about THE VAGINA MONOLOGUES on Feb.20 & 21.
Also, Miss Mac hooked me up with the Lawrence Arts Center, and I am selling some scarves there in the Gallery shop for Valentine's Day. Something good must come from this holiday.
My car has taken a turn for the worse, and is resting peacefully in the driveway for now until we can raise enough money for chemo or whatever it is that they do to cars. My parents have thankfully agreed to loan me their lovely white Ford Tempo, so I will be back on the road in style (sort of) after the weekend.
Check out www.kraftykallipalooza.blogspot.com for pics of the scarves and other time fillers of the first "single-girl" weekend in a looooooooooong time.
I am seriously considering cleaning and rearranging the house and embarking on a new eating and exercise plan, a true sign of a woman on the recieving end of getting totally screwed in a relationship.
Classic quote from Ginger, my mother... "Well, I hope you get out and get started dating right away. You still have a little time to get married and have a baby." I'll get right on that.