Wife is going crazy about a Facebook friend that I don't talk to anymore....getting old. Wife is going crazy with money...getting old. Haven't been giving her pedicures. Spending more time alone with Darryl. The bright spot in my life.
Exercising at lunch and at home. Got in late this morning. Depressed...hard to get out of bed when I get depressed. I guess hard for anyone. Wish I could work from home. Lots of windows. No one to bother you. No sense of despair.
Took Darryl to the dirt bike path where they have all kinds of hills> He loved it. It was nice and peaceful just hanging out with him. Ofcourse now Samir and Angie want to go. Blah. Can't stand those kids. Fuckin' fruitloops. Even their cousin says that all the relatives can't stand them either. The relatives live around the corner and never come over. Pretty funny. I let Angie in the house for 5 minutes to get water. She runs into the living room to pet our crazy giant cat Sam. Then she comes into the kitchen yelling at me telling me that Sam scratched her. No shit, bitch! I told you not to touch him. We have always told you not to touch him. And this is his fuckin' house. Don't touch him in his house. This is your fault not his.
God they are so fuckin' incomprehensibley idiotic. I can't understand a fuck' word they are saying half the time. And they have no idea how to behave in someone's house or with someone's things. Isadora lets them play with my home excercise stuff. The next thing you know they are throwing it into the trees so that they can swing from it. Samir starts wacking his cousin with a foam baseball bat which hurts. He then grabs one of our hoses and starts spraying her with it.
Took him to get our SUV washed inside and out. He loved it. Wife did not. Claims she could have done it herself...was waiting for Darryl to go back to school. BS. Darryl is not an impediment to getting the SUV washed. He loves washing cars and trucks.
Picked up Princess necklace charm for Isadora. Really nice. Got a truck magazine for Darryl. He loves it. What a man's man.

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