I couldn't help it

So I couldn't help not having the last word. I emailed him (hanger upper). It was a matter of fact email with the preface of defending myself. Of course, I was right, he emailed me back. Damn it - this could go on and on. I'm not going to contact him any more though. I've had enough. I feel better now that I've defended myself a little and his email back to me wasn't so harsh. At least things can be left somewhat civil. I hate bad endings - that feeling of hatred or dislike that just lingers. It's not good for the soul - like chicken soup, ya know.

My kids had sleepovers again last night. My house of course is a disaster area. My living room is calling my name, begging for help.

If I had one superpower, it would be like Samantha on Bewitched - you know - the nose twitch thing. I could clean this house up like crazy. Anyway, I'm not her so gotta go clean. Peace out.