Stuffed mushrooms. These turned out really well. So delicious.
The main course:
Chicken Modiga with roasted garlic parmesan broccoli and a simple Italian salad.
Next time we will modify this recipe to pound and pan fry the chicken, which is how I’ve always had it in the past (at STL restaurants – this seems to be a local dish). Our recipe called for baking, which just wasn’t as good. The sauce was dead on and absolutely delicious, however.
I know I say this almost every time, but I love these cooking date nights. Last night, we were discussing how different this marriage is from our previous ones – how much more fulfilling. Even little things like cooking together bring us so much joy. As D noted: it was like lightning struck when we met. It was meant to be. Neither of us can imagine it being better than this. It might seem weird, but our recent sexual exploits are just making it even clearer. We are having a blast, but it reminds us that we are each other’s people. (And our sex has been insanely good lately. There’s no red waste over here).
Sorry…now I’m gushing and it’s coming off as bragging. But really we just click in a way I never thought possible. ❤️
After dinner, we skipped to season 4 of Voyager and watched the first few Seven of Nine episodes in preparation for Picard starting next week. I’m into season 4, so I imagine we will keep watching.
Just the other night, we were having dinner with the kids, doing our normal banter, and Freya exclaimed, “This table is magical!” The kids have mentioned often, though Freya more so, that they love family dinner time, and the topics of conversation. D and I engage with the kids openly and freely on all topics. Freya in particular tends to come hang out with us while we cook so that she can listen to our back and forth. She’s learned a lot! Haha. Anyway…that’s just something I’m really loving right now. ❤️❤️
She just stops responding if you tell her something she doesn’t like, which is often.
Having hot sex in the laundry room.
Are often like this:
I got it sorted for him via text in less than five minutes.
Earlier, I was scrolling the fmspad tag over on Insta, and came across my ex-husband’s ex-girlfriend who lives in Baltimore, and apparently also does this particular photo challenge. Weird. I knew who she was because I internet stalked her back in the day – duh!!
In related news: I’m bummed that this is the last month of both FMS photo-a-day and Capture Your 365. What now?? I need these fun little challenges that I can start and then almost immediately stop. lol lol lol
My ex fucking sucks.
OH ARE YOU “FRUSTRATED,” BRO??
I rolled my eyes so hard it actually hurt.
When you don’t respond to my text about our fucking kid. I don’t text you for the fun of it, dude.
Eight hours later and I have to text again, only to then be bombarded with excuses.
*insert eyeroll emoji x 8*
Recently, I’ve been listening almost exclusively to those playlists Spotify makes based upon your history, and this song has come up several times. I love, love, love this song, and I kind of hate that it now reminds me of my ex-husband and our divorce.
Drive-By Truckers was one of the bands we discovered, and loved, together. We saw them like three or four times in concert. Jason Isbell was/is our favorite. All of his songs are beautiful, though poignant as fuck. The lyrics fuck me up. This song was always our favorite of them.
After our divorce, my ex got lyrics from this song tattooed on his arm, and now I can’t hear this song without thinking of that.
The tattoo is a beach at night with these lyrics:
“Well I ain’t really drowning ’cause I see the beach from here.”
Which was always my favorite lyric, because fuck if I haven’t felt that way so often in my own life. It’s hard sometimes, knowing that I made someone else feel that way as well.
Tonight we got drunk with Nick and Nancy on the rooftop of our neighborhood pub (so now I can’t stop singing Rooftop by DMB), and Nancy told me something interesting.
Apparently, her friend, Jen, who I’ve hung with a few times, is friends with my ex-husband’s gf. My ex and his gf have been dating for like 3+ years. So apparently Abby (my ex’s gf), saw that I was Facebook friends with Jen, and asked her for the scoop on me.
Jen doesn’t know me well, so I’m sure that wasn’t very informative. Still, it was interesting to hear about. Especially since the only thing Abby seems to know is that I cheated on G. (How convenient that he didn’t choose to tell her the entire story…you know, the one where he and K aren’t saints… Not many people know that story). Anyway, Abby and I have only interacted like two or three times ever, so I’m not surprised she’s curious about me. I would be, too, under the circumstances.
Lol. This is so gossipy. 😆
Btw, she should break up with him. She’s only 29 (don’t get me started) so she has time to turn shit around. lol lol lol
Sorry, not sorry.
In my defense, I’m drunk high and chatty.
6 years ago we went to a local winery, and got quite drunk.
Look how young we were!
(My hair was at about four months regrowth post-chemo. It’s weird to see it so short, though I do miss how easy it was to deal with).
We had a lot of fun that day. Except for the part where D’s ex went off on him via text. But that’s just all part of the story now: remember when we got wasted at the winery and then K yelled at us. That was a good day!
(His ex yelling at him/us for having fun became a common theme over the years. Luckily, that has mostly died down).
We were thinking about going back to the winery this year, but I think I need an alcohol break. We’ve hit it hard three nights in a row. So the current plan is to go shopping this afternoon, which is another favorite Labor Day activity. I’m always in the mood to shop.
But I may need a nap first. I’m on the struggle bus today.
My ex just picked up Jackson, so we are without kids until Wednesday night. Who knows what we’ll get into…
My son had a mini breakdown this afternoon after hearing his dad go on and on about his precarious financial situation. Not in front of the kid, dude. NOT IN FRONT OF THE KID!
What the fuck?
Obviously, I comforted him, and reassured him that D and I will take care of him no matter what. That doesn’t relieve his anxiety about his dad though. Ugh.
I just wish…
Whatever. It doesn’t matter. It has literally never fucking mattered.
Just sent a link to Freya’s school’s parent portal along with a note, to D, which said –
You need to sign up for this parent portal so we don’t have to rely on K for information anymore.
I’m tired of relying on other people. I want the info first hand. It’s not even that I’m saying she’s not giving it to us. It’s just stupid not to get it directly from the source.