July 17, 2002 - 5:20 PM
We had a discussion last night. I explained in no uncertain terms that the current standard of living is not acceptible and that He could go the fuck home if He wanted me to clean up after Him.
Things have been sorted out nicely. He still loves me. I still love Him. We both love the kittens.
Now I have only one worry left. We can't find the form from our lovely financial institution which states when we have to pay for our dining table and couches. Fortunately as I've been writing this, I've managed to find out from the furniture store we went to that the name of the institution has actually changed to something else entirely...
Right.
So I call them and they tell me that the thing isn't due for another 2 months.
Okay. *LOL* Can we say "I need a serious drink" now?
I've had an "almost headache" all day today... just one of those tension things that threatens to come on full-force but doesn't quite get there. It will probably hit me tonight.
And Ozzy wants me to bring in samples of my photography work so she can see what I do and decide if she wants me to take pictures of her pup.
Cool. More business.
~click~
