It's all about the mouse...

So 37 feels different, for some reason...and not just because I've thrown my back out and feel like some geriatric octogenarian. No, it's like being on the far side of anything; it just feels closer to...something...something ominous. Not even 40, necessarily. It's just that when I separated at 34, I was still on the near side of anything. And now, a measly three years later, when I tell people how old I am, they say, "Really? You don't look it!" As if that, somehow, is a compliment. But it's not, is it? Because what it means is, "Wow, I didn't think you were that old!" So then I'm forced to keep on insisting that I really and truly, honestly, no bullshitting, am 37, as ancient as that may seem.

And now I have a mouse in my kitchen.

It sucks being 37.

that's a deal-breaker

WTF? is it just me? are my expectations too high? where does a person find the time? and ewwww!

me: are you fucking someone else?

him: well, i have, yes, but i still really like you and wanna see you.

me: yeah, that's pretty much a deal-breaker for me. but thanks anyway!

it went almost like that, with a few hysterical laughs thrown in. i couldn't believe what an asshole i'd been; how gullible. i mean, really, how many times must i be shown how the dating world works before i really and truly believe it? it's not like i've ever considered myself a pollyanna or anything. i think i just tend to fall for the charming type.

i think it's time for a break from that world. i'm too old for this shit.

Apologize or face the consequences...

Luca's trying to construct a tower out of Mega-Bloks. Dash is thwarting him at every crucial, block-placing moment, and swatting at Luca in the process. I tell Dash to apologize - as if, since the only words he knows are mama and wow-wow (dog in baby portuguese) - to which Dash responds with one well-placed, strategically brilliant swipe at the carefully constructed Mega-Blok masterpiece. Said swipe brings the tower down...and Luca says, in a very calm and reasonable voice, bless his patient little heart, "Dash...that is NOT apologizing."