| "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." | ||
—Opening line of A Tale of Two Cities | ||
Right now I am trying to think up things to keep him busy and out of my hair. And then there are the things I am thinking of doing to him if he bothers me ... never mind. I can get into a whole lot of trouble if they find the body. Goddess, it was so much easier living near the desert in El Paso. So many places to hide ... the bodies ... well I digress way to much it seems.
I was thinking of getting him to help me move all my treasures [ my desk, computer, art table, bookcases, etc..] into his daughter's old room. That way I can have peace and quiet for a bit. That would mean no more "hey hon, check out this video" or " look, look, look, you're gonna miss this!!!" I'll show him " you're gonna miss this." If this works the way I plan. I should be able to get more stuff done without his silly interruptions.
Then I'll have to find other things to keep him busy besides watching Jerry "Trash TV" Springer all day long and then coming around and asking me if I want to go for a ride to some store with him. OMG!!! I'm gonna die a horrible, way too unfortunate death!!! Why me, Goddess? I've been a good Witch most of my life. I never killed ... anyone that didn't really need ... never mind.
