Christ if I don’t hate that goddamned telus ad that pops up in my fucking face (and yes, all you folks out there, I said fucking.) That’s how it makes me feel.
I can’t afford a fucking phone, when I can, I’ll be sure to go with the company I trusted with my phone for so many years, and treated my like the good old puppy he’s supposed to be (until the fucker cut me off). I hope I can get the same number back. Ahhhh…. I miss my Fido.
So, J and I played cards again tonite, although we didn’t have time to finish the whole hand. We got to grade 5 (out of 9) in an hour, which is good. Lady luck seemed to follow me tonite, and I consistently got dealt Jokers, and the right cards right out of the gate. Good game. I won’t bore you with details, but the final score was -29 (me) to -38 J. She still has less shit she’s dragging than me… goddammit.
But maybe that’s just how it’s meant to be. I’m just still enjoying the hell outta playing cards with my best friend again. Just like when we were kids. Helping each other along. which is what Best Friends are supposed to be.
I brought J a worrystone back from Oshawa that I got on my trip to the beach last week with the kids. I hope she likes it. It’s heart shaped, which is rather unique, and she held it in her hand on her way to bed.
Oh, and J has chips…. mmmm… when you’re chip deprived, anything will do, but the Miss Vickies’ Sweet Chili and Sour Cream really is hitting the spot…mmmmmmm… crunchy…