Tuesday, Gah!

Dearest Julio,

I was super looking forward to this evening all afternoon, I mean now Tuesdays mean I get dinner made and some alone time at night, but alas when I got home all that was to be shat on. Rick is pissy because he has a tiny bit of a cold (I was super sick for two months straight so he can get over it) so he wasn't going to go to grappling, then he decided to, then I figured out he texted Kim again, just when I thought he wasn't going to talk to her like he said he would. So I got stressed out but didn't tell him, then he got all pissed at me because I "get bitchy when I come home".... This is ridiculous, I felt so happy today and now its all out the freakin window. So needless to say I'm not impressed, and I can't bring this up to him as I promised I wouldn't check his phone, when truthfully I have just every few days checked to see who he sent texts to to make sure I could trust him to get over it... now I can't, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.... and all eloquence goes out the window, I'm no longer a happy camper.

PS. Boys are bullshit!

Sunday Night, Say Cheese!

In an effort to stay connected (and I feel partly influenced by the movie "Julie & Julia" which I just so happened to watch tonight) I am about to embark on a daily mission to write letters to Julio!
Buenos Noches, and more to follow when I'm not so tired. Work tomorrow, need to get prepped for another week of continually being bested by five year olds. Wish me luck. I'll need it.
Love,
Emilio