Boomerang Boy is back. The house he was renting was yanked out from under him. So now a box of his groceries is sitting in the dining room, along with a bin of his laundry. His dresser is on the back porch. Since his former room is now occupied by his sister and brother-in-law, he will be bunking in the upstairs guest room–for the short term, I hope. In the meantime, Wyatt let us know how he felt about all the turmoil around here by peeing on the rug in the downstairs bedroom. To ease my angst we rented a chick flick. FOOL’S GOLD. Yes, I deliberately rented a movie just so that I could stare at Matthew McConaughey’s bare chest. I’m not proud of it, but there you are. Cheap thrills. PS. The movie sucked, no surprise. Tomorrow, I plan to run away. No, really. Seriously. I’m heading for the hills–specifically to my friend Shay’s house in the North Georgia mountains. Just me and the laptop and a biiig bottle of cheap chardonnay. Fifty pages or bust!
Someone needs to work with Wyatt and let him know not to sugarcoat his feelings…..sending out the vibes for temporary boomerang status.
Every time I watch Fool’s Gold I get a tan and my miserable feet are as smooth as if I’ve spent a day at the beach. ‘Fluff’ is necessary!