This weekend has been a revelation for me. Those things Puke does that gets under my skin and irritates me to the point of going hostile, don't seem to have had as much affect on me these past 2 days. I'm still irritated but try to find the entertainment value in it and have a good inner laugh about it.

I just hid something in the bathroom that Puke did not put back in it's proper place. I know, Sally, I should have trashed it but I was thinking how comical it would be just thinking of her frantically looking for it. Then her wondering how in the world it got THERE.

It like I've become somewhat immune to her poison or numb to her rude and disrespectful ways. Maybe I've just taken back the upper hand.