It’s snowing so the Mexican Refugee, so eager to make her exit an hour ago, is now curled up on my bed looking at me warily, fearful that I’ll make her go back outside. Temp is 13 F; 0 factoring wind chill. Dogs stay in on days such as today.
Decided this morning I won’t go to the strip club on Friday not because I have anything against it but cuz B said he wouldn’t be comfortable with me there and that surprised me a bit and I said I don’t care what he does and how perverse he is around ‘titties,’ but it’s not about me is it? We’ll have fun toasting him earlier, then Caitlin and I will take off. 🙂
Nope, not about me! Come to think of it, I don’t really like it when things are about me and so I try to ensure they’re not. There’s a huge payoff in that, actually. People don’t pay much attention and then, oh, the things you can get away with! 😉
At Least They're Committed 
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