Today. Ostensibly to see the preciousprincessjunior. but really cos he wants to get laid. And im not about to oblige. You know why? Cos I dont want to. You know why? Cos Im saving myself. You know why? Cos I can do better. You know why? Cos when my our boyfriend phones me he doesnt say things like....oh look at what I have in my hands....What the? Yes, my bastard husband actually tried to phone sex me. Me. His wife of five years, and his ex wife of nearly four of those five years. He actually tried to phone sex me. He's a charmer isnt he? He should listen in on conversations with my our boyfriend. See what charm is all about. Take a few lessons.
So yes, today I have the pure pleasure of bastard husbands company. I dont know how long for. I dont really care. You know how I know I dont really care? Cos I never shaved my legs. I think its nice he is finally making the effort to be a part of preciousprincessjuniors life, and I will do all I can to facilitate that happening. But I wont be shaving my legs. And since Ive been having the knickies charmed off me by my our boyfriend, he's gonna wanna lift his game to a whole different level if he really thinks he can get into my knickies again.
Yeah I took a wander through Jaynes' blog. She might not have had her great love. But I did. And I learnt a whole lot of lessons there. Quite the same ones Jayne learnt. Its all about the shoes. See, bastard husband has this gorgeous pair of redwings boots. Oh they are nice. I know, I bought the damn things. I used to wear them. And you know what? They didnt hurt my feet. They did look good. They didnt fit. Thats the thing. They just didnt fit. No matter how many times I wore those boots, they never did fit me any better the second time round, the third time round or the fourth time round. So I learnt my lesson and stopped wearing them. Me, though, Ive still got a cardigan I got 18 years ago. Its awful. Its my red and white striped freddy krueger one. I mentioned it here before. Its nasty. It is. Everyone hates it. But I love it. It just fits me to perfectly. And its comfortable. It doesnt actually go with anything. Its not a fashion number. But, it makes me feel good. When my life is awful and its freezing outside, I curl up in my freddy cardy. When I dont need to impress anyone, just be me, I curl up in my freddy cardy. When Im just hanging out with friends, doing nothing in particular, Im doing it in my freddy cardy. My freddy cardy was free. And I love it. And, its been in my life for 18 years now. Theres something to be said for that. Something that is still around 18 years later has to be good.
Did you make that connection? The goodlooking boots that cost a fortune just dont fit me no matter how hard I tried to make them fit me. The freddy cardy never needed any trying. It just fits. Every occassion, through good times and bad, it fits.
Thought for this second....When something fits, it fits.
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