I didn't have a good weekend. There's been a string of those. My husband's been so, um, unpleasant lately, and it's wearing on me. I'm really upset because of his unwillingness to help me this weekend, and his uncharitable attitude when he did. You wouldn't want to ask for his help either.
He does nothing at home, with the exception of taking out the garbage when he feels like it, unless it serves his own wants or needs, and then he wants a ****ing trophy for doing it. If I had the money, I'd hire someone to come in for a day to take care of all the **** that he's been neglecting that I can't do myself.

Sorry, just venting.

I have errands to run today. Everything that melted yesterday has surely frozen. I can't hide inside all winter, but I can be smart about going out. If the steps are covered with ice when I open the door to go outside today, I'm going to call the office and tell them I need someone to come over to treat them before I will go out.

Because the football game was on at 4:30 yesterday, I ended up missing about 45 minutes of it making dinner. I hate that. There were no scoring plays during that time, and Pats won though.