Found my birthday present, if you please.
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For the record, my phone (not even a year old and already replaced once) is going insane again, as is my truck key fob (which just had a replacement battery last dealership quarterly visit). I swear to God when the aliens come they're going to be looking for me first to see if they can reverse-engineer my technology and learn how to fix..earthly junk.
At least my hearing aids still work but they mostly live in the drawer because I do dumb things like duck when someone clears their throat and dive under the table when they close drawers in the kitchen if I'm wearing them. It's stressful and unpleasant and I know I need them adjusted but also I hate them so I'm not rushing to fix this, if you know what I mean.
Today is marginally cold and overcast so I opted to do inside chores this morning because chores, they never end and I'm thinking a few more years of all of us trying to keep up with this house and the grounds while I simultaneously try to keep two husbands and a demon happy, raise two teenagers and feed all of our friends is going to be enough and I'll be screaming for a household staff.
Not a maid or a service or a butler but a whole staff. Asher can come back and maybe bring a couple friends.
May as well go big or go home, since between the supervolcano in Montana and the Ring Of Fire activity as of late we'll probably be dead soon anyway.
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Caleb summoned me to see him just after lunch.
Good morning, Beautiful. Have you spoken with Ben?
Not since he got up early to head out. Is everything okay?
He came here first. He wanted a little assistance in sorting out some anniversary plans.
Oh, that's nice.
Not really. He thought a trip might be fun. He wanted to take you back to Venice.
Why are you spoiling the surprise then?
I said no.
Who says you get to decide?
Every man on this point would agree with me. Ben hasn't proven himself.
He's been sober almost a year.
Yes and in the six years you've been married to him how many times have we had to rescue you from him when you thought you could handle him?
He's fine now.
And we want him to keep getting better. We can revisit this next year. See how he does.
That's just great. When will I ever be the adult around here and get to make decisions about things I want to do instead of them being made for me all the time?
Never, Bridget. I'm speaking as openly and honestly as I can here. I don't think things will change. Ever.
I forgot. The Devil can't have faith. What would he believe in, after all?
You.
I'm not a religion.
Look around, Bridget. The hell you aren't.
