There was a list of repairs to make to the house .... and *who* you might ask has to do these repairs?
Me. and my Mom and my Dad.
El Capitan has to work.
So.... hanging doors, painting doors, making small repairs, digging ditches allll around the house and spending over 7 - SEVEN - hours repairing cracks in cement....... mostly, all *ME*.
Looking back through clear eyes - it's always been this way. There's a real lack of 'pride' about our home, our family - that I see in El Capitan now. It makes me sad. and angry. Especially working for the third day in a row in 80 degree heat.....
I'm tired, very tired, and while I'm grateful that El Capitan works to pay the mortgage - this blog post is going to be short and without wishing any disrespect I have only this to say:
The next time I get married (by then hell will have frozen over) - I'm going to marry a MAN.
Because frankly.... if I'm going to have to *be* the man in the relationship again - then I'll just marry a woman with boobs because that *has* to be more fun that this.
And yes - I have already said this to El Capitan.
And again... I mean *no* offense to same sex couples everywhere.....