Remember all of the adults in the Charlie Brown cartoons? "Wha wha wha wha wha wha" was all they said. That must be what I sound like . . .

Today was President's Day and I had the holiday off. Mentioned it a month ago before MLK day, because at the firm you get one or the other, and I got PD. And last week, it was mentioned twice. And just yesterday, when we were talking about the winter storm that was moving in, I said "Glad I don't have to go to work tomorrow!"

So, today early afternoon I go to the craft store and the grocery, and the snow is coming down pretty heavy, heavy enough that I know that once I go home, I'm not going out again. While at the store, I call sweety to ask if he needs anything. Ring ring ring - no answer. Leave a voice mail. Didn't get a call back. Like an hour later, I've been at home for a while and get an e-mail "Got your message - don't need anything. Got out early, eh?" My response was "Out early?"

I am so important in his life that he didn't remember I had the day off. I got nothing for Valentine's Day, except that he did make a last-minute dinner reservation - for 9:15 Sunday night! That's usually about the time he's ready to head to sleep. Didn't bother to call them until the day before, and that's the only available opening.

Maybe I just deserve mediocre.

WTF is wrong with this picture?

I joined Facebook almost a year ago, and soon connected with a bunch of people I knew from another site, plus a few high school classmates and a couple of relatives. After a while, my sweetie joined, too, and friended a bunch of my online friends, both of my daughters, my son-in-law, and my younger daughter's then-boyfriend. BUT, to this day, he has not suggested that I friend his former stepdaughter or stepson, nor any of "our" riding buddies, nor anyone else on his friend list. So, what do we share? The same address, we enjoy a number of the same restaurants and food, we have fun in bed together, we both love to ride the bike (if the weather is right), we both feel a strong obligation to go to work each day. Another "but" - we go to dinner, or are sitting at home, and I ask a question about whatever, and mostly what I get are one word answers. He doesn't communicate. We don't talk about anything in any depth beyond what two co-workers would talk about at the coffee machine tomorrow morning. I know some people keep things to themselves, but geeze, my cold as ice mother talks more than he does . . .