WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The title of this post is in honor of the little girl at school - we'll call her Dolly - who is so much fun to watch and interact with. Dolly is pretty much non-verbal but boy can she LAUGH!!! Everyday during lunch, I sit at my desk with my colleagues on either side of me at their desks and I await the ringing of the bell which tells me that lunch is over. Everyday I am warned about the imminent bell ringing by Dolly's sweet little WHEEEEEEEEEE in the hallway outside my door (she comes back early from lunch so she doesn't get run over by the big kids). Dolly gets a kick out of everything and expresses her complete enjoyment of watching others be silly by flipping her head back and laughing (and spitting) with utter abandonment. I don't know what is ahead for Dolly and what she will be able to do in the future but she and her teachers are sure enjoying the ride along the way. Next year is going to be so quiet and boring without her in our room.

So, it's finally Saturday and I look forward to an uneventful day. Grocery, library, walk, clean house and then Maggie has invited me to a wine tasting at her friend Lynn's house. I wasn't sure before about whether or not I wanted to go but Jim's brother is in town and if I go to the wine tasting, then Jim can go hang with Fritz (he would have a better time without me and I would have a better time without Fritz.) Don't get me wrong, Jim's brother is certainly a nice man but we have nothing in common and he is such a old woman. Now, don't misunderstand me; Fritz being gay is not the issue. It's the fact that whenever we get together, we're 45 minutes late doing anything. He takes longer than any woman I know to get ready, with no consideration of those waiting for him. I also have a hard time dealing and putting up with his dramatics and every time he comes to town Jim gets stressed and bitches about the same things I've written here.

If you haven't figured it out yet, I hate people who are late. I know "hate" is a strong word but it fits. If you prefer however, insert, abhor, detest, loathe. People who are late are selfish, egotistical effs. And the worse thing about Fritz is that he just doesn't give a shit. He's late and doesn't apologize. As if those people waiting for him have nothing better to do or our time just doesn't matter. Jim was the same way when we met but he has improved immensely - mainly because we would be divorced if he hadn't.

They say that the first year of marriage is the hardest. This was certainly true of Jim and I. The fight we had most often? Jim being late. Not to say that I was perfect (I know, shocking right?) but I'm just saying that the majority of our arguments came from Jim being late. And he comes by it honestly. His whole family (well, I don't know about Rob) is chronically late!!! And Jim, he is a dumbass when it comes to being late. See, he will be late and know that I'm going to be mad but instead of trying to head off the problem by calling me with an update of where he is or when he expects to be home, he'll avoid me. He won't call. And, he won't answer my call. So, when he gets home, the issue of him being late has turned into a much bigger issue than it needed to be. This hasn't happened in a long time.

Well, I have gone off on a tangent and need to go blow my nose (my allergies are still killing me), and make my menu for the week and make a grocery list.

Later