Leslie got home from Oregon last night. It has taken until this afternoon but we are all back to normal again. Those of you that know me, will be very surprised/pleased/shocked to hear that I didn't raise my voice once, nor did I steal out of the house in the middle of the night to flatten any tires, I didn't throw and break anything, I didn't hit or punch Leslie, I didn't even try my hand at a bit of drink sabotage. Actually, Evelyn never even knew that there was a problem, outside of my one crying jag.
Oh my, am I growing up? Or was I just tired? Who knows.
Either way, The Rogue Bos'un isn't on my shit list anymore and I am no longer having those chest achy feelings.
We're good.
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