Day 25

Someone needs to explain to me how it can be Monday. Again. I swear I do not know where the days and weeks go sometimes. I know where yesterday went, I worked for 9 hours at Crumby's and then passed out on the couch. I guess sometimes even super hero's have to crash and recharge. I hate that I lost an entire day to nothing but work and sleep. That does not make me happy.

Clearly I did nothing on Sunday but at least we had some down time on Friday and Saturday night. Friday night we went to visit Dino's friend Phil. Phil has been having a hard time lately because one of his cats (one of 5) recently passsed away. Phil has been in a bit of depressions as a result so we went to just hang out and cheer him up, or try too. It's funny, we always talk about women in terms of becoming "crazy cat ladies" but Phil is the crazy cat man. He's in his 40's, was once engaged, but his woman done him wrong and left to marry some othah guy. Phil nevah really got over it and to ease his pain he started taking in cats. His cats are his life. He goes from work to home, and that's pretty much it. It's sad to me, but I guess it's what makes him happy. Phil also likes to get stoned. Very stoned. I think as soon as he gets home from work, he sparks a joint and stays stoned until he goes back to work. I'm thinking this explains why it has taken him 4 weeks to finish putting all the electrical plates in his kitchen after it was remodeled. Phil doesn't do anything quickly. He's a character for sure.

Saturday I got to spend my usual day working retail hell. Fortunately, it was busy enough that the clock didn't move backwards. Still, 9 hours on your feet smiling at the public is 8 hours too many.

We went to the pocket when I got out of work for a bite to eat and a couple of cocktails. We were having a loverly time until my ex (the sequel) decided in his drunken haze to explain to us all why we need God in our lives. Yeah, that always goes ovah big in a bar. First of all, I have my own relationship with God and I don't need anyone telling me how my relationship should be. Secondly, drunk people should nevah give theological speeches. Thirdly, the man is a fucking idiot and I find it more than disrespectful to listen to him pontificate on his religious beliefs. He's cheated on every woman he was evah with. He routinely talks shit and then has to spend the next week apologizing to people, and he's going to tell the rest of us how to live a "godly" life? I don't fucking think so. Most days, I can just ignore him and roll my eyes like everyone else, Saturday night I just lost it. I told him he needed to shut the fuck up, pay his tab, and go sleep it off. I was not amused and he knew it. He took one look at me and said "I know that look, I'm outa here". Yes, the bar did breath a sigh of relief that he finally left.

Dino and I have come to a conclusion. We don't have 4 children we have 6. Karen and my ex (the sequel) are the othah 2. They're like fucking children who are constantly behaving badly and causing us grief but they're you're kids so what are ya gonna do?

Perhaps my ex (the sequel) is partly why I can be so understanding about Karen. I get it. I have no doubt that there is a part of Dino that feels responsible for Karen, just as there is a part of me that feels responsible for Steve. It's hard to explain. You've all heard me talk about Steve before, he's like the proverbial bad penny that just keeps turning up. I've tried walking away on more than one occassion, and everytime, he manages to suck me back in. So I pull up my big girl panties and I'm his friend. Truth be told, somedays it's just not easy to be his friend. Saturday night was one of those times.

The only difference between Karen and Steve is that Steve isn't pyschotic. He's just run of the mill crazy.