My first day of incarceration, against my will. I woke up this morning at 8:30 to the smell of gasoline in the house. Just lovely, right? David was changing the oil in his truck and cleaned his hands with it. The odor woke me from a deep sleep and I nearly gagged. He's sitting in the media room watching Goddess knows what on TV. It's a Syfy movie of some sort with a LOW budget and has no less than three porn nymphets looking to break into the real world of acting biz. Yeah.
Anywho, I'm sitting here in the living room so he won't bother me while I blog, read and surf the net. Otherwise, I'm trying to stay sane this week and the only way to do it and not be charged with murder, is to find little hiding places around the house. If need be, I'll steal my own car that I shouldn't drive because of the painkillers, but if I have to, I'll drive to the park nearby and hide there for an hour or two, maybe five.
4 comments:
You can do it! Survive his staycation, I mean. Not kill him.
Break out the Honey Do list!
You can do it! If not, what Debra and Vickie said!
Ha ha ha! Maybe you need to escape to a coffee shop or a Color Me Mine or something. I did want to defend him, but the bad Syfy movie is beyond defense.
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