Day 2173 Al Capone
Home sweet home… although not so sweet-smelling, even with all the candles burning. Tim had invited his friend over for the Super Bowl, and they might as well have been a couple of rebellious teenagers while Mom was away....way to make me feel old! Tim’s friend is a smoker. The one after another kind, also the kind of smoker who sits right in front of the TV, smoking away...just wallowing in it. Maybe that’s fine in his own house, but not a chance in mine. Tim sent the wrong message by buying him a smokeless ashtray, as if that would help and clearly showing intent to let him smoke inside. During one of our text chats, Tim mentioned the ashtray and I almost lost my mind, sending a river of texts with very explicit instructions to NOT allow smoking inside our home. I knew he was avoiding me and refusing to respond, clearly because that cat was already out of the bag. When I arrived home, I could see the windows had been opened, every candle in the house was lit (some still ...
