I butt dialed an old friend the other night.
He text me letting me know what I had done.
Then text something sexual.
Just talking to him feels like being pawed .......not a nice feeling.........how can a grown man
not know better? Gross.
Oldest son and his girlfriend had dinner with me and boyfriend
last night.
Boyfriend cooked dinner the night before but neither me, him, or daughter
was hungry. I packed the dinner away in the refrigerator
and served it last night. SO dinner was easy. We had fried chicken, collard greens, corn, mac n cheese.......and then I made some cornbread. Boyfriend is a great cook. Everything was delicious.........and we had a
good time.
Sons girlfriend has been in a rehab center for a year. She has weekend passes. I like her
a lot. She's smart, and has a dry, wicked sense of humor. We crack up together. But I have to say
I worry about son being involved with her. If she relapses like so many addicts do, it would be devastating for him....not to mention all the bullshit that an addict puts the people they love through.........and if they ever had children.........imagine how relapses would affect the child. It's a horrible disease. I just wish for something/someone different for my son. (son does not use, ever. never has.)
So I went to the doctor about a month ago.Routine check up........had routine blood work done..........didn't hear from them........can't check my results on-line cause I've never signed up.....figured no news is good news even though I know better.....so I called them to make sure everything was OK, missed their call back....got a letter yesterday saying they've been trying to get a hold of me.........they need to go over some lab work
results ......................a little worried I guess...............
1 comment:
The only thing my phone has ever butt dialed is 911, it is a pain in the ass when a cop shows up here, not that I don't like cops cuz I do.
Hand over some cornbread and no one gets hurt.
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