It's officially Bad Ex-Boyfriend Week.
BD, the firefighter I was once in love with, JUST called me. He is apparently in some sort of crisis and needs to talk to me. After nearly 2 years?
All I can say is the Universe doesn't give me drizzle, it gives me HAIL, golf-ball sized hail.
I just hope my windshield can hold out.
1 comment:
o hunny, I just read these last 2 posts I apprently missed. I know what you mean, and I am so sorry you even went through that. Men get on my FRIGGIN NERVES I TELL YOU _ MY LAST VARICOSE VEIN!
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