Priorities

....so i went and got the rest of my things from Our apartment. That was fun. Especially when i felt like a stranger in my own home. I also liked how my whole 32 years of living all fit into about 6 boxes and a couple of storage bins. You could tell that i hadn't been there in a couple of weeks. There were dirty clothes piled up on the floor not to mention the sink full of dirty dishes. You could also see that although he had shirked his household duties, he'd managed to take care of himself. All of his party clothes were freshly pressed and starched, just picked up from the cleaners. His boots were polished and sitting out ready to be worn. He even managed to scrape up $175 for a brand new belt and buckle...yet he is always "broke" when his son needs a new pair of shoes or even a haircut. No amount of clothing will be able to hide the person you are inside. Priorities..that's what it all amounts too. Our priorities are not the same. I hope you have fun tonight...maybe you'll be lucky enough to catch chlamydia ...i hope so. I'm having a blast...i'm with the #1 man in my life...our son. Priorities.

P.S. Next Saturday is GIRLS NIGHT OUT....paybacks are a bitch