Much better mood. Didn’t fix a fucking thing yet, but tonight is our bowling night – go ahead. I’ll wait while you chuckle.
Anyhoooo, ………. oh well shit. Now I have to explain. We try not to spend more than $40 on date night, and that’s kind of hard. So we’re creative. $26 for us both and a free pizza to boot. Now I just need me a Pink Ladies jacket, and I’ll be all set.
Ok, so I’m not to keen on bowling every friday. Or I wasn’t. But I said fuck it to the bills and tried to have a good time. And I did. I relaxed and laughed and that shit doesn’t come around all that often these days. I know we’ll figure out the bills. I know things are going to get better – and I won’t even knock …. knock knock. DAMMIT. I make it a rule not to go back and change any errors or any brain errors – which means I typed this shit out the second it pops into my head because I figured, hey, this is my blog and I can say what I want. I want my kids to read this and be able to HEAR me. Hear my …. truth. The real me. Brain damage and all. Sometimes I write things that I shouldn’t. But I don’t erase. Try not to anyway. I read it once to find big spelling mistakes, but I don’t erase. And I don’t use a filter when I speak in my head. Is this making sense? Then I hit publish and go on with life.
ANyANYway ————— WE had fun. And I kicked ass the last game. Well, until my thumb swelled up from the damn tiny ball hole and the last game it kept ‘popping’ out of the ball as I let go. Embarrassing, and painful. But I kicked ass still. Everyone else was just getting tired since they throw the balls correctly and I just lob the sumbitch down there.
But it was exactly what I needed, and I’m grateful for it. And MD and I got a chance to talk – relaxed – and it was nice. I remembered why I married him. Then he crop-dusted the place and I remembered why I divorced him.