I'm driving along with the cricket bleating at me. I can think of no other form of torture. It's possibly the most boring thing on the planet. When I'm ruling the world, there will be no damned cricket.
And why am I listening? Because the kid has been storming around the house in tantrum mode all morning. He wants to sit at home, locked inside, watching the cricket.
Yes; that is considered a holiday; stuff everyone else. The Moodle has said 'no TV in the day, but doesn't have the brains to stick to it. Once again the kid learns that all he has to do is say 'no' and ignore him.
The art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my misfortune with men on the 'fairy tale factor'... That never ending belief that love conquers all and that one day a prince will come. Reality isn't even close to the fairy tale. Especially when the prince doesn’t just come with baggage – he comes with a bitter, money grubbing ex-wife clinging to his back like a hump.
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Thanks. Better check it out but it should be up today!