Well. almost all alone. The kids took off to camp with friends.. Since Friday they'vr been gone leaving me with son Scott...who does a pretty decent job of taking care of bizz. They'll roll in some time Momday just in time for Dawn's birthday celebration.
I can't seem to shake images that are nearly constant. of that fateful morning in June. While this bugs the living shit out of me. I guess I get something out of it. Isn't that sick? Okay, you're thinking. "Yeah. Bob IS indeed sick and has more than one screw loose."
And I probably do...my psychologist friend thinks that I am on the path to total recovery. She claims to have "my back" which at the time she makes this statement feels prettty damn good. At times I feel like I'm nuts which brings up the old Bob-ism of "You know what drives me nuts? Tight butts drive me nuts, that's what!!" On women!!!!!
And that's the name of that tune!!!