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when nobody is looking...chicken fingers I'm so tired that I almost brushed my teeth with deoderant. Yup, I reached into the medicine cabinet, pulled out my Tom's Deoderant, removed the cap and was just about ready to "squeeze the tube" when I realized it wasn't a tube of toothpaste at all. I laughed out loud, wishing there were an another adult around who could appreciate the humor in it. But alas, it's just me and the baby. So today the babe and I took a lunch break. We got dressed and went across the street to the deli to get some chicken and rice. And then I sat in the living room while the baby lay sleeping and devoured the chicken. And while I was devouring my chicken one thought crossed my mind, if my husband were to come home right NOW he would surely want a divorce. I mean there I was, watching Montel, my fingers and face covered with greasy chicken, the bones and skin in a pile on top of the bag I brought it home in. I haven't changed since yesterday afternoon, the dishes are still unwashed in the sink and the house is a mess. (I always rush to get the dishes and house tidy before he comes home.) Also I had just ordered from "that place" across the street. You know the one that caused a huge argument last Saturday because he can't stand the idea that I would want to order from a family of Croatians instead of haul my ass several blocks away just to order Greek. **** Ladies, those of you who live in apartments...do you ever sit around and browe the real estate websites dreaming of buying a house? This is one of my guilty pleasures. I love to surf and dream. I dream of living somewhere quiet, surrounded by trees and plenty of green. The funny thing is, I know that I off-handedly mentioned the potential of retiring someplace as obscure as a golf resort community in Branson, Missouri in one of my previous posts. Now, even though I don't play golf, you can't get any greener than that right? So I went back to that site and this linked to another site, and before I knew it I had discovered that there were Branson homes for sale not far from the resort! Words like "mountainous terrain" and "breathtaking views", not to mention "forests of oak, hickory and walnut" have me SOLD. Now how do I convince my husband this is a good idea? ****** Last night, while the baby was sleeping I watched "The Business of Being Born" (amazing film by the way, a must see for all moms to be)and next to me on the sofa my husband sat playing online backgammon. Sometimes he'll play online blackjack, but last night and most of the time its backgammon. My husband doesn't play backgammon for money right now. Although if he did he might actually make us rich. He is actually quite good at it and extremely competitive. I can't play with him because I'm a sore loser and he's a gloater. Yup, Backgammon is one of his addictions, that and lottery scratch tickets because "YOU NEVER KNOW". Being from Greece, it is not unusual for you to see my husband sitting around in the local cafe with a group of friends drinking frappes and playing Backgammon. So he started out on MSN and now he's graduated to BackgammonMasters. Thousands of players from all over the world log on to this site to challenge one another. First you have to download the software, then if you plan to play backgammon for real money you have to fill out an application and deposit money in an account.
Thank god my husband doesn't know much about computers. If he did I imagine he'd be transfering money in to play for stakes. This mentality scares me quite frankly. I'm not a gambler, and I wouldn't bet my life on anything. When we went to a casino together last summer in Hollywood Florida, I saw a different side of my husband, the potential to have a "problem" if we lived anywhere near a casino. He just couldn't walk away from the slot machines. Me, once I made twenty dollars I was ready to leave. I know when to call it a night. I think this desire to keep going and seeing what lies around the corner is a Libra trait. My best friend Denny is the same and she's a Libra. MY son is also a Libra, I really hope this is one thing he doesn't inherit from the stars or his dad. ***** Oh shit, it's three o'clock, time to do the dishes and get dinner started. And maybe I'll go and put on some toothpaste because I stink!
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