Boys Suck

They just do. I'm tired of them and all of their stink.
Is it too much to ask for a boy to be consistent and you know... what's the word... um... SANE?

Apparently it is.

Now I know that I am not the poster child for sanity and consistency. I know. But honestly, most men can't even meet a minimum expectation level on a consistent basis.

Or maybe I'm biased and overly judgmental.

Well if I am it's their fault. So there.

(Clearly I'm going for "Blogstress most likely to get a date." And also Ms. Congeniality).

I had a good weekend... I met Michelle and Sally and Andie for dinner on Friday and then Sally and I had lunch and knitting on Saturday. That is my standard definition of a "good weekend."

I did have a moment of concern over Bartleby on Saturday because I realized I hadn't seen or heard him moving around since Thursday night and there is no physical evidence that he's moving around when I'm gone... I thought, "Oh crap, what if he's dead or something!" I know, right? I would totally be the primary suspect. And the den would smell bad for weeks. When I got home Saturday night I opened the door to the den and looked inside. He was awake (and very much alive) and didn't even look my way, so I closed the door and went to bed.
Whew, right?
I haven't actually spoken to him since he called me on Wednesday about the divorce papers. He is apparently unhappy about the time limit.

I sort of like the not speaking part... I just wish he would give me the silent treatment from his mom's basement.

And Google? Wipe that frickin' smirk off of your stinky boy face. You know what you did.