No, I'm not refering to my facial hair, which by the way has definitely decreased greatly status post two laser treatments. I go again for a third in June. That is, if I can keep remembering to apply the 30 SPF on my upper lip so the laser doesn't mistake my entire soup strainer as a stache needing zapping.
So I have to admit, I haven't read too much of either of my new books. I did start the Venus/Mars one and actually underlined a few things I found to fit my situation. I also learned that when a man goes to his cave he does not want help getting out of it.
No comments. No questions. Nun-a-dat.
HUH? How can I not nag a tad when he is distancing himself more and sinking further into a depression that resembles familial abandonment? So at first I did. I tried to ignore his continuous cave visits and multiples random naps throughout the day until finally on Friday after about 11 straight days of rain I found him once again sleeping the day away in the spare bedroom. I crawled up on the bed and asked if there was anything I could do to help? "I'm fine" he says. "Well good" I replied "cause we aren't." "huh?" he asked. "there are three of here altogether and it's affecting us all and you are losing me". I got up and walked upstairs cause the faucets were liking to start running and he hates that. About fifteen minutes later he was up and about and functioning like it was go time. Maybe it wasn't anything I said. But whatever it was, he's all into me and all over me again. Hell, he even asked me to marry him, albeit in the heat of passion. I told him that discredits any proposal, especially when we weren't really connecting recently..or were we? Somebody tell me! Will I ever understand? Oh the rollercoaster. The ebb, the tide. How long will the tide be out this time?
Happy birthday, sweet girl.
15 hours ago