Don't call me, we'll call you...

Andy didn't call yesterday. The first day (other than Sundays) that he hasn't called me since this whole affair began. So far, not today either. Maybe he took my advice. I told him (after his "sanctity of marriage - sticking to it" speech) that if that is the way he feels, he didn't need me. I knew when I said it what the consequences would be, and I was right... For now at least. I guess it really doesn't bother me quite as much as I thought it would. I have been getting tired of the whole "hiding out" thing anyway. He knows that I will be here if he ever really decides to finalize that divorce.


I hate watching the food channel when I have no money for food. *sigh* I love to cook... And all we have in the house is the sandwich stuff R bought last night. I am a veggie freak, and Rachel Ray just made some great veggie side dishes. Mmmm. No, I am not a vegetarian, although I could almost be. (I would still get a craving for grilled chicken or a fabulously rare grilled steak once in a while!) Now we don't have as much as a bag of salad in the house. Oh well.