Wednesday, June 20, 2007
This evening, with N away at basketball camp, W and I will be going out for dinner to celebrate his birthday after I spend an hour with my EAP counselor this afternoon working through how to handle my ugly, overly complex life. At about the same time that we are out to dinner BJ will be having "the talk" with his wife. Now, if after the talk she puts two and two together (and there's no reason to think she wouldn't) and decides to call that number that pops up over and over on their cell phone bill things could get mighty interesting.
If you see a mushroom cloud or two emanating from the Midwest this evening at least you'll know why. . .
Lordy, I feel a panic attack coming on. . .