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August 05, 2004-5:55 a.m. My mission today: Call Isle of Capri Casino in Bossier City, LA and find out about Loretta Lynn tickets! I just love Loretta--pronounced Low-retta. Larry loves her, too and she will be there the weekend of my birthday. My husband has graciously agreed to take me there but it is up to me to get the details. Oh sure, earlier this week he could book himself a week-long stay in Maine over the Christmas holidays without consulting me but he's evidently too feeble to check on this himself. I went a little off on him when he told me about the Christmas trip. I'm sure it was somewhat related to PMS but I have to listen to him tell me that he has to consult his wife on the most inane details of life and yet he didn't feel it necessary to tell me he was going away for the holidays. I don't give a flying flip what color the fence at his house is stained but that is something that he feels is essential to have my input. He doesn't, however, feel it is necessary to tell me that he has made vacation plans without me for our first Christmas together. Plus, he has the nerve to get onto me when I imply that it isn't a real marriage. Grrrrrr! PS Work Rant, y'all! **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
