Good question, Mr. Lumpy. But if I have to live like a monk, it's going to end. I am fed up with negativity 24/7 and chronic bronchial issues with my allergies to things seen and unseen. Time for vespers. Goodnight all, dear friends.Yep. My house guest wants to get married with the catch he wants to live the life of a monk. So I let the marriage license lapse several months ago and discovered the monk loves boating. Visits friends of his who live over 30 miles and a lot more a minimum of 4 times a week till after dark. He hates everything I love, but had to have a new truck, a pontoon boat an antique convertible sports car and a trike motorcycle in red, white and blue. In return, he was working on a 24x30 building for my fabric collection because he hates looking at it. Unfortunately, he spends so much time with his new toys and giving his pals a ride that his 2 week task has turned into no significant completion activity. I haven't done any charity work in weeks but have crocheted 500 6-border squares just to not think about my sorrows that I fell for someone who hates every meal I cook, my failure to work like a 20- year old top housekeeper daily, thinks my returned pain of fibromyalgia that returned last month is all in my head and how disappointed he is in my faults while I wash and fold his clothes, supervise helpers who come in to vacuum and clean the guest room he occupies because I am allergic to his cigarettes he smokes after promising me he would not smoke in the house.Lumpy! Good to see ya!I'm glad that's settled ... Hello ladies if you're still around..
I haven't been around much .. soOo .. any updates of what Lady Beautress has been up to?..
God, I'm feeling blue when thinking about my sorry life, plus he hates my church.
Sorry you asked yet?
Nope .. but .. my "rollercoaster" seems pretty mellow at the moment..
So anyway .. is there a happy ending on this adventure .. ?
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