Blast From the Past 37
May 2014
Just one of those things that pops into my head. We got a new garage door opener. I’m not sure when. Can’t remember if it was before or after D Day. Nonetheless, my husband decides to make the code my birthday. Except he totally messes it up and uses the wrong month. Guess who’s birthday is in that month? The whore’s! So it’s my day and her month and I’ll always figure he just mixed up our birthdays. Good times. Hey, on the bright side I won’t have to deal with it in my new shit hole of a home.
Are We Still Having Spaghetti For Dinner? 
No more dealing with that kind of ridiculous trigger.
But seriously, can I say asshole?
Big hugs to you…you are stepping toward freedom not just from the madness, but to your future.
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Sure, you can say asshole. I call him much worse most days. 😉
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