Lately The Miatch and I have been having a number of important conversations. Most fo them containing elements of the age old question, “What to do?” as in what to do about our current living circumstance. I am the first to admit that I harbor deep fantasies of moving out of my childhood home and setting up my own operation of day to day living. But the reality of this is that I have not worked much since Devon’s birth and both the kids and I have grown accustomed to me being very much involved in their day to day lives. Add to that the fact that my town home is too small for the four of us and I have virtually no savings at this juncture of my life and it means we are basically stuck here at the Manor. My mom’s solution to this is to go out, down and up; she wants to add on to the house and upgrade the current structure. Somebody came today to give an estimate. He starts next weekend. I know she is nervous at the expenditure of it all. But me? I am nervous at the glimpse of my future. Hack me down for being a selfish bitch but I think this means that Mia and I are going to grow old and gray together. Fuck, never saw that one coming.
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Really? Wow. I never saw that one coming either!