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Last Tuesday early evening at AAA my cell phone vibrates and the long suffering wife doesn't know it yet but she's about to cost me sleep, the rest of my money for the two week pay period and Avengers #66. Not to mention revealing aspects of my personality that would give Logos' lawyers more evidence and no surprise to The Countess and Virgil but some distress to KizPaws and AndaveYa. Meg would continue to grin. In certain matters Meg knows me best of all here at Litnet.

Ruth gets right down to it as I continue to use the I'm Busy in Dispatch speech like I have a patent pending hold on it. Aging male ego pandering for any type of validation of his job expertise he can find. Pathethic. Dark Muse should write a poem about it. Hint hint.

Side note: One fantasy I indulge in is when 100 years from now when cyberspace is being explored for lost blogs the biographers of that old Mtpspur will spend endless chapters trying to find the notes and court documents of the non-existant lawsuit between Logos/Mtpspur and comparisons and analysis of Romeo-Juliet and Rhett Butler-Scarlett O'Hara archetypes are spoken as valid theories to this unsolved mystery. The legend lives on. Truth is so much more fun--silly old man--pretty young moderator--yep the stuff that keeps the Enquirer in business. Throw in the long suffering wife and we've ripped off Ethan Frome my least liked book.

Mtpspur pulls back from the abyss--this time--and slips back to 2008. Oh yes the phone call.
Sheila would like Ruth and I to watch Damion all weekend while:

(1) Sheila (grand-mother to Damion and has LEGAL custody of him) wanders off to Indiana (supposedly to Christmas shop some more).

(2) Gina (Damion's mother, ex-wife to my first son James, wanders off to California for a week with Josh the trucker to make some money.

I process the two reasons given and translate to the following:

(1) Shelia wants a break and is really going to see male/female friend probably the latter and can't get Gina to stay and watch him.

(2) Gina is off to provide entertainment for Jason while finace #3 Frank is in Iraq and can't play with her right now.

To Ruth's amazement I say okay. I can hear the gasp of astonishment and the hurried grab for a falling jaw barely rescued in time from a Humpty Dumpty ending.

Or at least I said yes for a minute. I was going to be off for the weekend anyway and I'm famous for not doing anything. In fairness to me I did some leaf raking today--just some. There was one small problem. Shelia wanted to drop him at 4:30 Friday afternoon while Ruth and I were at work.

The grizzley shows one fang. A very faint growl occurs. Then a thought--wait I can use a personal day and get three days off in a row. Nope Tonya grabbed Friday for herself to go to a school concert to hear her daughter sing Jingle Bells or something. My attitude about helping out Shelia with Damion has been too public and repeated to play the I Don't get to see my grandkid card and your daughter's get tired of you being so clingy Tonya card. Ruth gets off work at 6:30 why can't Shelia wait?! It was this aspect that led me not to believe Shelia was going to Indy just on a shopping spree. Least Gina doesn't care what we think of her adventures in Sodom and Gormorrah. Ruth says they can drop him at her work place and she'll watch him and the fight is on.

One day of grumping almost non-stop about that lack of professionalism--turns out Mike and Sandy pulled that on her once and it's Ruth that takes Friday off. With pay for which reasurance the fang was put back under the lip. I assure Ruth my primary interest is spending time with Damion so I can stop feeling guilty about the last visit when my date plans were jettisoned in his favor--when the shopping excuse got used before--the other reason for my Doubting Thomas stance towards Sheila. At least I don't have to see her. But I don't plan on making this a trend either.

Now by the time I arrive home Friday night I have $38 to my name--gas tank has been filled--25 of 27 monthly bill are in the mail and on Saturday I say goodby to that and Avengers #66 (which was only $5--a steal I assure you) but we'll get to that in Part 2--the actual time with the grand-guttersnipe spent with him Saturday.