Lose That Number, Part…Two, Three, Five?

So, I heard from Choo Choo Chip the other day. He wished me a Happy Mother’s Day and asked how I was. Via text, of course. I answered. He went on to say he took his profile off of the dating site (as if I care). I responded that I did the same and I don’t really have time to date. He said he agreed, but wanted to keep in touch because he felt we had a "connection".

Pardon me whilst I vomit.

Mr. Wholesome has been a smart-ass recently, so I put him into his place today. I can’t think of anything specific to share that I said to him, he was just being annoying and a tad rude. So, right back at ya, pal. The Christians ones (the vocal ones) are always the ones buying the internet porn and dating students, I tell ya.

I’m in the home stretch at work. I guess. I’m still having a hard time getting stuff done and I’m so tired.

I’m buying a lawnmower this weekend. Go me. It’s time I do *everything* around here myself. I’ve had someone doing the lawn for me for free, and I suppose I could continue to sponge, but I have a sense of obligation, pride, and I’m stubborn as hell and *need* to do everything myself. So, I’ll be mowing my own lawn soon.

I get to be mom *and* dad. Oh, well! No one else I know can do it better.