I swear I live in "The House of Usher." I've replaced everything in this house the last thirteen years. About a week ago there was a loud crash in the house. I was sitting in the living room and determined it sounded like the noise came from the bathroom. The towel bar, which has hung on the wall for thirteen years and which I never use, fell off the wall.
When Dez and I returned from the desert he tried to rehang it but the one little screw was stripped....don't ask me how that happened. Dez said he would bring another screw and a little tiny screw driver and fix it when he came back the next time.
Today the towel ring by the sink in the same bath fell off. With everything else that has been going on it about put me over the edge.
I texted him and told him I was living in "The House of Usher" and about the other towel ring. Instead sending me a text he called me. I told him about several other things that have happened that haven't been so great and laid into him about some of the events of the weekend. He told me that Lucie's mind wanders where it shouldn't and I was reacting to things to strongly.
I accused him of telling "Miss Bi Sexual" that he was going to be at The Nest and he swore that he didn't and that she didn't know he was going to be in the desert. He knows her from the city offices where she works and where he pulls permits etc. He also knows her husbands name. I still don't believe him. He said she was surprised to see him and I thought she just looked embarrassed. She was with a girlfriend that she worked with. I also wasn't going to let the draping body language go and he said it was because she was short....my response to that was b.s.....I've been around the block to many times not to know the score then I see it. Swear away little boy, mama didn't raise a fool.
Dez was getting his cold back and blamed it on staying in the pool to long. His resistance is down and any little bug that comes by he acquires. Devine retribution or a Scorpio curse upon you. I think the latter.
So, that is that little tidbit.
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