No piss test was required on the 1st when we went to check in with Scot in Maricopa, but this is only because he wasn’t there. Some guy was filling in for him while he was at a wedding. We were in and out really fast.

Instead of dropping off the bottles I’d done at the recycling center, we dropped them off at this guy’s place on our way to the recycling center. That way the guy doesn’t have to go pick them up. Then we picked up over 200 bottles, which is good because Tom has to work this Saturday and might not be able to take me in to get any. Now that I know they don’t check the bottles, I don’t worry about being such a perfectionist. Some of those labels just won’t come off all the way no matter how long and hard I scrub! Others fall right off. I’m keeping a running total on the computer. I’ve done 232 so far.

Not that I’m complaining but both last weekend and this weekend, Tom never hit me for sex. Last weekend, out of curiosity, I asked him what made him change his mind. He said he didn’t, but that he had a lot of work to do and that I didn’t seem interested. True, but I don’t think he was interested either. It’s Teddy Bear I want sexually. I’m sorry, but that’s just the way it is. I love Tom dearly but am sick to death of sex with him and I have been for years. I love him more and more each year, and as long as I know he loves me, we don’t need to have sex. Meanwhile, Teddy Bear will be my playmate till I get sick of sex with her, too. How do I know it’ll turn sexual with us? I just do. It’s inevitable.