It sounds like a fun job, but, again, it's only part-time. Part time is still more than I have right now, tho. So keeping my fingers crossed.

H got home last nite and wanted me to go eat out with h-of course, in the town his leeches live in. So he calls SD17-she's already eating pizza. H looks at me and says-so do you still want to go out? (there it is again-he wanted to go out if SD17 would, but now that she won't, it's not important). I made damned sure he took me out for steak, and got another bottle of baileys to get me thru the weekend.

So today, he wants to go over and take the leeches out-oh, and we can Christmas shop-but oh, SD17's senior pics need to be looked over and ordered. I told him that's between him and SD17. Since he's made it clear I have no rights in my own home where that biteh is concerned, guess what? I'm not even looking at her damned photos. I will not sit there while he and his precious ooh and aaw over every selfcentered, arrogant pose of that leech. I'll sit in the damned car if I have to....H is about to find out just what a biteh I can be when I've been pushed too far.