There is a fly flying around me in the house. Grrr. BJG took the dogs to the river for a dip in the cooler waters of the river. Billy does not know how to swim and is afraid of water. I stayed behind, giving space to moody hubby. I went and bought cigarettes instead.

UPDATE

Hubby went and bought pot. I dont understand how he can be so addicted he cannot have a day or a week without it. His mood is better and he did what he wanted to do: bring the dogs to the river. It is unfortunate he hates, or seems to hate, his life out west so much. In my mind, we have it very easy here. Pot is our only real problem we need to tackle before we both die.