I dislike Mondays. I’d say I hate Mondays except that seems a bit harsh. I just woke up from a 2-hour mid-day nap, brought on by a smoke detector that went off more than a couple of times in the night. The battery was dead and/or dying and let us know starting at midnight, obnoxiously and loudly. No fire, although we didn’t know that when we woke up!

I thought of the X about that time. Since he was the one that insisted that smoke detectors be placed in the children’s rooms even though there was one outside their bedroom doors in the hallway. So insistent was he, that he went out and picked up these particularly obnoxious smoke detectors, that instead of making the periodic chirping noise when the batteries needed replaced, let out a loud and obnoxious three-beat screaming alarm! God Bless his pointy little head! (ad sarcasm) I’ll get my revenge, I’m just not sure how right now. Maybe some loud obnoxious toy that gets sent home to Dad’s house. Or something like that.

Getting up at 5:00 AM probably aided to the mid-day nap too. I know I haven’t answered my own question on friendship yet. I will, soon I think. But follow-thru always has been a weak attribute for me. Soon. Although probably not tomorrow since I’m having lunch and doin’ a little shopping with Rachel.

If you have any ideas for a passive aggressive way to get revenge on my X, I’m all ears!