How is it only three o'clock? I feel like I've been all over today. I suppose at least it is Friday though. I think I'm done crying over the kitty. I went to pick up our tickets for Phantom of the Opera and had to sit and talk with Haylee and Crystal about him. That was kind of hard. I'm still pretty upset at Roger. We could have made it work, especially with his pay going up soon and the cars being paid off even sooner. I'm mad at myself though too. It's not all his fault. If I'd pouted a little more or not given into the idea of giving him away, Roger would have eventually caved. It's all cold and rainy today. The house is freezing. Last night I cooked dinner in sweats with a blanket wrapped around my waist. It was rather difficult. I'm determined not to turn the heat on until the first of October, which is only Monday. I can last two and a half more days. Then I promised myself I would order more oil which will top off the tank and we shouldn't have to worry about it again until the end of winter or spring, especially with our month long trip in December. Man, am I excited for that! I can't believe all the stuff we are going to see and do. Maybe this is like, the millionth time I've said this, but it's no less true.
I have to say something mean about Roger. Sometimes he can be really dumb. And not in an obvious-to-everyone kind of way, but more of an I'm-a-genius-and-you've-now=made-it-painfully-obvious-you're-not kind of way. I really feel like I'm talking to a moron sometimes. I wish I could give you a prime example, but I can't remember WTF he did the other night that made me wonder why I'd married such an idiot. I just keep thinking of that Post Secret card that said something like "I'm so tired of dumbing things down for my boyfriend." I know sister. I'm there too.
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