The House: Sharing Sucks

Working in advertising has it's downfalls. Like having your time be 80%+ billable. And late hours. And working weekends to catch up. And clients who are utter morons. But there are benefits, too. One of them came in the form of Vikings tickets for today's game. No kidding. 'Got an email on Friday from the HR babe ... "free tickets!" ... and a plan was hatched.

My husband-for-now is a HUGE Vikings fans. We're talking overboard. He's too Scandanavian-uptight to paint his face & chest and parade around in public, but that's just his upbringing stopping him. When I read HR babe's email I said to myself, "Self," I said, " this is your opportunity to get him out of the house and have it just be you & Sparkycus!" (which is something I yearn for, by the way.)

That's right, I'm a genius! Minneapolis is four hours away ... all I had to do was waive the tickets in front of his face and zoooom! he was outta there.

Don't get me wrong; if you have to divorce somebody but still live with them until you can sell the house (we're looking at spring at this point) then this is the guy. But for the LOVE OF PETE ... stop it already. He acts like nothing is changing. Never mind we've been sleeping in seperate bedrooms for over six months. Never mind I have NO desire to have any physical contact with him. He still caters to me and is overly, gooey sweet. Wait a minute. This all sounds very familar. I've been here before. With him. Except the last two times, nothing ever actually changed. It was all an illusion. I'm sure we'll be back to "normal" within a month. It's going to be a long, long winter.

Sparkycus is going to church camp next weekend. I need to find somewhere to escape to ... suggestions?