My ‘Give a Shit’ was not busted, y’all.

I just got busy :-). It’s not that I don’t love you, loyal reader(s)…I just had to put you on ‘ignore’ for a tiny bit while I caught up with the boring side of living <sigh>.

If it wasn’t for the God-given beauty of an antlantique (Chambord, schnapps, vodka, lemon juice), some of these recent days could have involved an ill humour, or even a mischief.

My current rant is : Why, and I do mean with a loud and long good accent..WHhhhhyyyyyy – do my ex’s feel like they get a freakin opinion about my day? Why? What is it about *me* that the ex’s of my life won’t release?

Example – My recent ex wanted to come over yesterday and collect the 50kg of dog food that he left behind. I wasn’t home. I told him so in a text message in response. Do you *know* what he said? Check this out ‘I wish you had told me you weren’t going to be home before I got on the road!’

WHAT the hell, I ask you? Why on *earth* would I give a run-down of my plans to an ex? Is there some new rule out there that says I need to tell my ex I am going to leave the house just in case he wants to come by? Or am I meant to just ‘connect’ and anticipate his needs? Ha!!

Needless to say – that text got *no* answer. None. I stared at my phone in disbelief for a moment, laughed – and carried on about my day.

Ohhhhhhh it was a day that included the purchase of a fabulous yellow summer top…. I am divine in it!!! Does that perfect ‘boob’ thang – girls, you know what I mean!

Lovin y’all from the soap-box

Lxxx