kvetching up

I'm dreaming of drinking whiskey and listening to Patsy Cline .  Friday can't come too soon. I need a break. One is coming Friday, when I head to the ocean with my sisters.  I am beyond ready.  The emotional roller coaster bullshit never ends.   Today, I was so sad for Jenny, who is suffering a lot with this malady.  After last night's ridiculous therapy session--which mostly entailed 45 minutes of complaining that I didn't cook her dinner the day before and me correcting the record constantly, and growing more annoyed by the minute, followed by an apology text so familiar I won't bother posting it here (it entailed the inferential blaming of me for her choice to have the affair)--I didn't have any expectations about how things would be today, because how could I?  I should note that again last night she tried to lie about the non-status of her relationship with Eric el pinché, and I shut that shit down.  She had nowhere to go, no counter to the ...

            Disco Inferno                                                                                                          + = Jenny has decided that she would like a second dog, after seeing my sister's puppy.  I told her I wanted a Bernedoodle.  She phoned a close friend (who has this many close friends?) and we are getting one as a gift on June 6.  Her close friend will fly to Montana to pick it up and bring it to us, an 8 week old Bernedoodle 🐶 puppy. This is going to be a lot of work, and I am worried it will largely be me having to do the heavy lifting.  Not Jenny's fa...