I am very happy. It may sound desperate to cynical people, but my meaning of life totally revolves around hubby and the animals. I think it is pretty obvious from this blog too, anyway, right. I just find it so interesting with hubby most of the time. Tonight, I realized I was kind of bugging him as he gets antisocial when he smokes pot. Me, I like to talk sometimes. So I am back alone which is very nice too, and writing my blog. Billy went upstairs. 

It is raining very hard. I wanted hubby to come down and listen and talk about the rain together...he was not interested. By now I should not doubt that he loves me.