Good afternoon,
Congrats Dee on the weight loss~ and welcome. I forgot to say that earlier.
Congrats to Katie too, forgot to say that as well.
Don't know anything about asparagus Sue, sounds yummy though.
I have been reading a book titled Espresso for the Soul. I don't think that is correct but close enough. Anyway it is a good book and the author is from Portland. I was going to call the church she talks about in the book and see if she was still there. It is a inspirational type book and one thing she wrote about acceptance hit home.
I am driving myself nuts with this Mike thing. As much as I have tried , I can't control it!!! lol and I want too.
Gaby came home on time Sunday night. His ex had called saying he was suppose to be at a church thing to see his other daughter at 6 pm.
They showed up at 7 pm. Gaby was walking up the stairs outside and I called out her name and she turned and ran. I missed her sooooooooooo much.
He gets her Memorial Dy weekend and so that will be 3 weekends in a row, torture??????? Yes........right to my heart.
It is frustrating to see her come home and it takes me days to get her back in the groove. She does like her new sitter and I left her playing in the yard running around in the sun, she looks so cute.
Predator? Actually Marti his ex used the same word on him herself. She said she was worried about my daughters when I was with him because her mother had a relationship with him before he started one with her. That she always called him Uncle Mike, he was family to her growing up.
Mike is sick, no doubt in my mind on that.
With that said below is the last email from my lawyer. Working on helping Mike get a carseat. Next I will be told to give him mine. lol
Dear Susan: Ok, bring your friend. And yes, Mike needs to give you his home #. Car seat: you can ask for it back, but better if you just buy him a new one. Give a little. I doubt if he will buy one himself, although we can, of course, require in the order that he use a proper car seat. I'll work on the 27th - AM, correct?
Also, please forgive me on two accounts: First, for asking for another copy of your 2004 tax return and W-2, which I had misplaced (it was in my basket to be filed), and secondly, for calling you "S****" on, I'm sure, more than one occasion. I never used to do that, and I honestly think that my brain surgery (or the pain meds) has caused me to do screwy things like that. I apologize.