This and That

I've been thinking about writing for a while now. I've thought about writing a testimony about why John Mayer's "Daughters" isn't cheesy. Seriously, his singing is kind of annoying, but those lyrics are great. Being a daughter myself to a man who was a bit rigid at times while I was growing up, as well as being a social worker who has seen girls whose dad's ditched them or worse, decided to have sex with them, I think any song that encourages more healthy treatment of (and thus future relationships for) daughters is fucking great in my book.

I've also been meaning to write about tonsil stones. The picture above are some from my own tonsils. I didn't know these things existed until recently, and now I'm obsessed with constantly cleaning them out of my throat. They are gross and have a pungent smell, but before you judge, chances are if you have tonsils, you have them.

Also, I took pictures to illustrate any writing I do about when I angrily cleaned out Joe's car last week and threw everything that was in it on to the front lawn. But, the pictures are still on my camera, and that's a lot of work.

All of those things, however, are not nearly as entertaining as what's been going on the last couple days, specifically today. First, Dex did great at the kennel. In fact, he liked it so much that when Joe picked him up, he ran back to his pen, not wanting to leave. Second, I survived my whirlwind trip to SC and really enjoyed seeing my old friends. I also managed to fall in love with a Mexican restaurant in Augusta, GA. Oh good golly it was delicious.

On Monday of this week I managed to spend the only full day out of a three week span with Joe. It was good, although in the evening, I had to attend a welcoming for the new battalion Sergeant Major's wife. That was interesting. Many officer's wives. Sort of intimidating. But I smiled and chatted. And drank before I left my house. For sure.

A few things have happened since then and now, but I guess nothing too notable. The furniture store we bought our stuff from tried to screw us, but I got it straightened out after about 467 phone calls and having the furniture store finally admit they signed up for 30 days interest free instead of 48 months. Douche bags. Can't trust no one. Today, while similar in theme, had a different outcome with our credit card. I checked out the online account today and noticed two $185 pending transactions for myfloridacounty.com. I googled it, and found that it's a Florida website to pay child support, alimony, etc. Joe knew nothing of it and maintained that he has no bastard children in FL. If Joe's being honest, and I'm pretty sure he is, then yes, we had our identity stolen. However, it seems like it's going to be pretty easy to nail the guy (I assume it's a male) since the money most likely goes to a very specific account. I called USAA and they put a fraud alert on the transaction, so when it posts I guess it will notify the institution accepting the fraudulent payment, which will call for them to immediately go into ass-kicking mode. I'm interested to see how it all plays out. I mean at least the dude was trying to make his payments, right? Guess that's better than most. Just not with my credit card, dick.

That's the big news of the day. Well for me at least... Joe got raped at the doctor's office. Apparently if you shit blood, they do some pretty intrusive testing. Poor guy experienced all of that just before my frantic phone call inquiring as to whether or not he has kids I don't know about. Whoopsy.