On Saturday after Spike and my adventure in downtown A-town where he took his spill I decided I needed to clean up the place. So I was doing laundry, putting clothes away, vacuuming and jamming to some music when it hit me. I want to rearrange my bedroom furniture.

So I started by stripping the bed, and flipping the mattress around. This took a while cause my mattress is GD heavy! So then I decided to move the frame, with the mattress still in it. So I was pulling on the headboard when the bracket pulled out of the wood and split the place where it screws into. I took a picture and sent the picture to TB, My Uncle W, and my buddy R. Who called me to find out how to help me? My buddy R.

This was a HUGE wake up call. TB as imagined was not a good friend. He's too self absorbed and selfish. So I closed the door and I deleted his ass from my phone. He's not going to text me, as he hasn't initiated any contact. He's been active on the dating site. He's got time for that, he's not "too busy" to date, he's simply just NOT into me and he didn't have the courage to tell me. His gesture of let's be friends was only to sooth his ego and make him "feel" better about the situation. Kissing him was less exciting than kissing my dog. True story.

So this door is closing but perhaps another will open. One can always hope, anyway!

Toodloo for now! SB