So this is Rosie's last night at home - her Dad's house, not mine. She has to know that we love her, because my ex and I are planning to share the same automobile for about sixteen hours, all told. Rosie is swinging between clinging and being a snot to me, and I spend an unhealthy amount of time worrying about spontaneous human combustion - mine.
Honestly, it doesn't seem beyond the realm of possibility that I could simply burst into flames. When she got her driver's license I had to wait until I had finished throwing up before I could take her to the DMV.
Ben is going to stay home alone with the dog. God bless the boy, he didn't realize that deleting the browser history was a red flag to his mother about possible porn site visitation. He didn't admit to any wrongdoing and he promised he wouldn't do it again. Sigh.
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