THIS JOURNAL IS CLOSED.

Thank you, and good night.

Yes. I love that move. Just...and...yum ( Read more... )

The last thing I expected to be doing this morning was to be making breakfast for my husband, his best friend and his best friend's daughter. Shelton and his daughter were sitting on our doorstep last night when we got home. Shocked was a rather poor adjective to describe that ( Read more... )

Charles is still livid at Shelton's ex. Me, I'm just going to wring the little wench's neck next I see her and be done with it ( Read more... )

If there is such a thing. This hasn't always been my favorite day in the past, but thise year, it seems to have grown on me. That might have something to do with my husband's upgrade of our room to one of those jacuzzi suites he adores so, breakfast in bed and a couples' massage right before a light lunch ( Read more... )

Charles' crankiness abated almost the second that we set foot in the house. We picked up Rosie from Deedra's, I drove us home from there. He carried Rosie upstairs, flopped onto the bed with Rosie on his stomach, mumbled that he wanted me to came lay with him and promptly fell asleep the second I crawled into bed next to him ( Read more... )

Who's bright idea was it to let Shelton and Charlie roam around a foriegn country without supervision in the past? Even dressed up, they can't behave themselves. I have been brought the following from varied vending machines around the hotel in the last day or so ( Read more... )

It's always relaxing not to have to scurry through the first half of the day because we need to catch a plane ( Read more... )

*sniffles and is all nostalgic*

The last couple of days have been interesting ones. As much as I think I know about Charlie, I learn something new every single day. And I realize how lucky I am to have him in my life and that I am blessed beyond words. But, I shouldn't be beyond words. He needs to hear them, without caveat or a flip attitude. He said some things that hurt me ( Read more... )