Remember when I said yesterday was my only early shift? Yeah. That was a lie. DayTech is sick, and I’ll be going in early. BossRPh over again tried to get me to go in early and stay late. It’s supposed to be raining and/or snowing for the evening commute, and I need to be somewhere else at the time she’s wanting me to leave. Staying late is not happening.
We’re starting to add some of the planned Thanksgiving food to the shopping list. In most cases, we’d be going to my family’s dinner, but I haven’t heard anything from anyone so far. Last year, it was understood that he wasn’t going to be there; hell, he wasn’t even out of jail until 36 hours before the holiday. This year, he’s home, we’re still married, and no one is taking to me. If I get an invite at all, it’s going to be just for me, not “us”. I understand, I get it. We’re doing something just for us as well, and we’ll prep everything before I leave, of I get an invite at all. Regardless, it’s still going to be a smallish dinner for us, because we’ll never finish everything.
In addition to food, he came up with the brilliant plan of using shots of booze as our life markers in our weekly gaming session. Here’s to drinking my family away, if needed.
