The sports bras I got at Target are slightly short on me. So girls’ L Champion bras fit perfectly while these XL bras are too short? Well, Champion is the brand for bras, Hanes is the brand for sweatshirts, and Fruit of the Loom is the brand for panties unless you prefer to get a variety of thongs overseas.

I was surprised to find my new sweatpants are already pilling in the inner thighs but my tights aren’t pilling at all despite being the thin material they are.

Today I got a Hanes sweatshirt in purple that’s identical to my magenta one. They are very warm and comfortable and they’re only $8.

I also got a 3-pack of long-sleeved sleep shirts for $20 in pink, blue and green. Each has a cute design on the front. The only thing I don’t like is that the backs are solid white, and I would prefer the hem to fall a few inches below my knees instead of above. I took my picture in the pink one for an Amazon review, and OMG, I am so fucking fat from head to toe! My thighs are like tree trunks, my core is like a barrel, and my face is like a basketball. Nothing I can do about it, though. I am always, ALWAYS hungry these days and I don’t know why. Anyway, I had to trim a few loose threads, and while the material is a bit thin, the sleep shirts are very soft and comfortable.

I want so badly to complain about that really loud car, especially since it comes and goes anywhere from 3-6 times a day. Who the hell needs to go out that often that’s retired, and every single fucking day? But all the complaining in the world wouldn’t do me any good. It’s not illegal to have a loud vehicle.

Here we go again with the gas, sharp stomach cramps, and frequent too-soft shits. It is VERY uncomfy!

I had a dream about Alyssa. I love it when I dream about her. I was listening to her tell someone that she could gladly bring her daughter to work. I don’t know if I was hearing her in person, online or over the phone. I just like dreaming about her. :)

Then Tom and I lived in a house that had this room with three small twin beds in it. I got a couple of large dolls and decided to place them on the beds. But the beds were bare and I had to choose to cover them with either a blue, green or red blanket. I chose to put the red one on one bed and the blue on the other.

Then there were dreams about spotting a bee flying around an artificial indoor tree, thinking that Tom left the downstairs windows open (I guess we lived in a two-story house), us working in an outdoor office, and him weighing 273 pounds. He’s not that heavy, though.

Just when I thought I was wonderfully non-psychic after so many negative dream premonitions and then not having any, I dreamed that Tom was buying pants for a job interview rather than actually being offered a job.

Sure enough, they are continuing to fuck with him at work, not come through with offering the promotion they promised to offer by today and want him to work 6 days a week after pulling 10-hour shifts during the week. This is a total of 50-fucking-8 hours a week! From now on he’s going to refuse to work Saturdays and he’s going to start applying elsewhere. Not sure what an older white man can get when today’s job market belongs to the young minority, especially in the West, but we’ll see. Money’s nice but it’s not everything. We’d also prefer he worked 2nd or 3rd shift as opposed to 1st for appointments and stuff like that.

It just really pisses the shit out of me to see him treated the way he’s treated despite making a lot of money. He has no life. He’s a slave to that job. We’d both prefer him to be married to me, not that fucking job. We’ve had to neglect and put off so much shit because of that job, and if they keep fucking him over, they’re going to be held responsible somehow, someway. I made a promise to myself 17 years ago when I stupidly let myself get screwed over in Arizona, and you know what? I’m really damn good at keeping two things… promises and secrets. Tell me you killed someone and beg me to keep it a secret and I will. No joke.

The only problem is that I’m not sure what we can do about the way they’re treating him because they’re not breaking any laws. He makes more than 90% of the people at that company, and I think that’s part of why they expect so damn much of him. In California, there are no laws from what I can tell as far as how many hours you can have your employees work. The only law is that you have to pay them for their work.

There is some good in it, however. He’s made good money much of his working years and we’re looking at a comfortable retirement. Another good thing is that it may help us have more options for when he retires (I hope).

Despite making good money for the most part throughout the years, we have definitely had our poor spells. Let’s not forget how badly we struggled from 2007-2011. So we do have to kind of laugh at the thought of him passing up Saturdays. Just never thought we’d be in a position to pass up that kind of money. That’s just over $200! At this point, however, he would be willing to take a small pay cut in order to be able to work the standard 40 hours a week. I know it sounds funny, but it’s damn true! He makes almost as much in OT as he does in base pay and he was hoping the promotion would pay approximately the same, but with fewer hours. Yet so far they’re all talk to no action.

Our electric bill is $67 this month, and then we got the bill for our nearly $900 space rent. There’s still something that just doesn’t seem right about paying rent on top of a mortgage. :-(

I still have some hip pain, so I went out walking for 15 minutes instead of 30. The sun was warm but the air was cold. It was about 42° when I was out, but I was fine in just a sweatshirt. Then I worked on the Bowflex for about half an hour. I was worried my hip would be worse afterward but it’s about the same. I noticed that when I stepped on my left foot, but it’s not excruciating or anything like that. I haven’t had to take anything for it.

I just wish they would make him a fucking offer for him to either accept or refuse like they said they would!