It’s weird though, whenever our anniversary rolls around I inevitably think of all the other relationships that could have been. There are 2 that I thought were so important at the time. Turns out they were completely insignificant, I had to even think to remember their names. There’s another though, at the time it was just nothing, a fling maybe, but not even that. There was nothing even there to end, we both just drifted away, and he’s the one that I always wonder “what if” about. Funny how that happens.
Another stormy weekend and more on the way today. Sunday morning we went for a walk at 8 am and it had just finished raining. It was like a steam room, you couldn’t even breathe properly. At 8 am! I’m so sick of the hot weather and it’s only the beginning of June. There’s still like 4 months of this weather.
Stitching has not been going well. I haven’t stitched in days. I tried yesterday and got about 2 dozen stitches in. In a slump I guess. I’m hoping to get myself motivated again, by starting a gift for a friend. Hmmmm, thinking of that, I need to get working on my Secret Stitcher scissor fob.
I got our first Netflix delivery Friday. I watched Mean Girls. It was cute. A little more serious than I originally thought, but El had warned me about that. Oh, and I’ll admit, I watched Dancing With the Stars.
All this lack of internet connection is driving me crazy. At home it’s sporadic because Cox is upgrading their wiring. The guy mentioned something about nodes or nodules or something and how changing those could be interfering with my access. At work we don’t have it this morning because their equipment got struck by lightning or a power surge or something. So, my boredom this morning is the reason for this super long entry.
I was pretty disappointed that my babysitter (aka Mom) was out of town this weekend. I really wanted to go to the Pimps N Hos (how do you spell that?) party at one of the local strip clubs. LOL Kidding! I was curious to know what a Pimps N Hos party was though. Do you dress up? Are those the only people allowed? Reading their signs is one of the highlights of my drive home. When you cross the parish line there’s 3 or 4 strip clubs clustered in one little area and they seem to try to outdo each other with their clever signs which change daily. I am easily amused.