I'm down at my mother's. I haven't worked out if she is baby sitting me; or I am the sitter.
I haven't really heard from the Moodle. I can't really work him out. Confusion. My brain already lives like that!
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!