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I didn't realize i had friday off from work until late Thursday night.  So Friday morning i got up, caffenated and showered....threw all the stuff i had packed for the weekend into my car and headed out to Milford. 

Jen had the day off too so we went to Savers and i cleaned out all the stuff i had been putting in my car for the past few weeks, got our coupon for our donation and headed into the store to look for....whatever.  We thought it would be a quick trip but .......10am-1:30pm.  Yup.  We did some investigating.

I found a little wood knick knack shelf that i am going to sand down and paint for my miniature books that i've been making.  Because most of my books are electronic now, or i get them at the library, I make a miniature book as a keepsake.  I started doing it this year, and i haven't really read a lot of books yet but i'm sure this little bookshelve will fill up fast with trinkets.  

I may have an addiction to miniatures.

Which explains my last boyfriend.....hahahahahahahaha

Anyhow.

Speaking of Bill.....he reached out saturday with a lazy text feeling the vibe.  I did not respond.  He had his own little conversation.  Then said he needed to talk to me.  So i responded "about?" thinking that this man is going to tell me he has some sexual disease and i will have to kill him.  Apparently not.  He just needed a response to feel better.  No one likes being ignored.  All i said was that one word.

He said why can't he stop thinking about me?

He told me he was taking his pup for a hike..........big fucking deal.  That pup has probably been ruined by all the women Bill drags through his house as entertainment.  

I did not respond until............

last night.

I shouldn't have.  But i was pissed.  I literally want him to go away.  I'm starting to hate him for interupting my peace, with some assinine attraction that is nothing but me giving and him taking and never has been, never will be anything worth my time.

I'm trapped in a hornets nest.  

My response was basically,. you have nothing to offer me but low effort texts for a dopaminee hit to your ego, and good luck with the life you earned. 

I knew i shouldn't have, but i did.  And he responded with an emoji eye roll.

Perfect.  Predictable.  What can he say?  It's not true?  he'd never admit that it is true.  

I'd like for him to be part of a long ago past that i can barely remember his face.  I know he will continue to pop up.  I have to learn not to be goaded into a reaction.  

Aside from THAT few minutes of my life, Saturday we got up and cooked up a storm, destroyed the kitchen, and put it back together again.  Sunday morning Jen's family came and it was actually a nice day.  Cold and raining, but i watched the kids (missing my own grandbabies) and ate good food, and socialized.

The big news is.....I'm going to Utah in August.  The family has a tripped planned and Doug can't get off work so i am taking his place.  Jen informed me Friday.  I told her there is no way i can afford that, and also i couldn't afford going to florda this year either.  

She never hears me.  She said i'd have to sell my ass then, because i am going.

And .....the family is very excited about me going too!  I have never been so enfolded into a family in my life.  I mean, i've been around for years now, showed up at a lot of family gatherings.....but it seems that i have become that random friend that the kids can't figure out how i fit in, but i do.

AND my pistachio cake and rolo pretzels that i made disappeared.  No leftovers.  :)

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