that thing with feathers

There's been a momentary stay in execution, and an agreement from the both of us to go to marital counseling ASAP. My worst fear was that the Boy would see counseling as an unnecessary wait before carrying out the first plan. I'm trying to be perfect in the meantime as a gesture of good faith.

Who's going to drive me home after drunken knitting on Friday? Something tells me that I won't be able to maintain the thin crust of perfection by then.

Labels: angst, the boy

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- Rocketbride's adventure of 9/10/2007 04:37:00 p.m.