Uninvited Guest

Someone is living in a hollow in one of our trees?
Is it this little darling?

Probably not, unless it shits quadruple its weight in a day.

 

Could it be this guy?

I have to say no for the same reason as above.  Too little for so much shit.

 

Well, we're getting closer to the right size but I don't know.  Let us just say that I am not going to be the one finding out what it is.

I have to admit to being a little creeped out.  Plus the damn thing is ruining my brand new bushes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  The nerve.  Does that animal not know how much I spent on those bushes?   OH, probably not. Most critters don't have a head for numbers.

When we find out what has made our home its home, I will let you know.  I hope it isn't anything too creepy.  Like a black bear or a porcupine....which were the only other two animals I could find that live in a hollowed out tree.  OMG!

 

You may have guessed I'm not exactly a outdoorsy kinda gal.  I'll say one thing about this critter, it is a very good housekeeper.  It shoves all its poop out of the hole and into my yard!  OMG!

 

 

Cross Words

I do crossword puzzles and every once in a while, something odd will happen.  One of the clues will be something I was just talking about or doing.  Sometimes it is the name of a friend or family member.
Today I hit the jackpot and had two.  I believe this is called synchronicity. 
This morning we had to walk at the mall and WP and I were saying that we hated being ogled by the old men who sit around the mall and drink coffee.  They are not what you would call discreet about it.  Sure enough, there was a clue today: "look at lecherously".  See?
But that wasn't all.  After walking at the mall and cleaning myself up I went to Super KMart and bought a bunch of gluten free products for my DD.  I never expected to hit pay dirt there, as I told her.  Son of a gun, there it was in my crossword puzzle.  Here is the clue:"Strike it rich".  Well, there you go.
Two synchronicities at once.  I never would have thought that a puzzle would reflect my life!

Wine a Little Wine for Me

So I got this great idea to Drive to Sirna's Farm Market to buy wine.  It didn't seem too far away and the newspaper said they had the most extensive choices of Ohio wines.  It had our name on it, right?
So I convinced my WP to go along and it didn't take even one arm twist. She was all over it and even offered to drive.  We set out and drove and drove until we finally came to open country with trees and a lake and more trees and fields of grass.  In other words, we were in the middle of nowhere.
We were sure we were lost but the GPS lady kept saying we weren't so we carried on and suddenly this little white building appeared and it was Sirna's.
Now let me tell you that I thought the place was going to be huge.  It was written up in the newspaper for heaven's sake.  Well, we entered with not much hope.
We looked at the "fresh" produce. It was ok, but not thrilling.  We looked in the refrigerator case and were not impressed but then we got to the wine rack and WOWZA!  We hit paydirt.
This guy does have an extensive Ohio wine collection and he told me he is adding more all the time.  He wants to get a tasting license but his wife doesn't want him to do it. LOL
While we were looking at wine and WP was on the phone with her brother letting him know what we found so he could place an order, another customer walked in and headed to the corn bin.  I thought he looked like Bernie Kosar and I asked WP if she thought it was him.
Well, little did I know that he is her all time favorite football player and she just about fainted dead away.  She wanted a picture with him so badly and the kid that worked there told her to go for it.
Now  I bet you think I'm going to say he turned her down and was mean.  Quite the contrary, he was pleasant and friendly and even told her to check the picture to make sure she liked it.
He is 6 foot 5 and she is 5 foot 2  so they looked pretty funny together.  I kept kidding them I wasn't sure I could get them both in the picture.

So our drive turned out to be on of the best days WP ever had and I have to confess, I had a great time too.  (I'll try to download the picture tomorrow.  I can't get it to go on today for some reason. I need my IT guy.)

Grape Stomping

I bet you thought you had to go to Italy to stomp grapes. Well, you're wrong. You can go to Geneva Ohio in September and stomp your little heart out.  I think it sounds like fun....especially if everyone speaks English.
I don't know if you ever saw this I Love Lucy episode but it is hilarious and even though they don't speak the same language, they communicate and how!
So yesterday, I tried to get a couple of girlfriends of mine to join me and stomp away.  Surprisingly, they didn't jump at the opportunity.  However, they didn't say no either.
I'm buying one of those blouses.....oh, and washing my feet, really, really, good.
Stay tuned.

These Feet Were Made for Walking

Well, I was going to tell you about my phenomenal feat from yesterday(no pun intended) but I have to digress for a moment.
I typed in "picture of a woman walking" and suddenly there were all these pictures of nude women and let me tell you some of them were not walking, no sirree.
If I type in "picture of a man walking", I don't think I'll get any nudies but wait a sec, I'll try.....................................................................................................................
 I'm back and as I guessed there were no naked men in the search.
Are we not past this?  What in the heck do women have to do to get the respect they deserve?  We already attend college, hold down important jobs and raise children.  And if I want a picture of a woman walking, it should just be a woman walking...in clothes.

Anyway, now that I feel better, wait until you hear what DH and I did yesterday.  We walked almost 8 miles.  Really, it was 7.8 miles but come on, isn't that amazing?
We had a great plan.  Son lives on a street by the lake that ends in a park. So we thought we'd walk to the park and home again after a quick bottle of water at the park.  Easy peasy.  We called Son and told him not to worry it wouldn't be a surprise visit but he said we could stop if we wanted.
Well, good thing he said that because there was a slight flaw in our plan.  No facilities between our house and his and none at the park.  Luckily, Son was home and we took care of business and headed home.
We did feel awfully tired.  Our feet were screaming at us--especially the balls of our feet for some reason.  But today, they are fine.  We just got back from our daily normal walk, only 3.6 miles.  My feet aren't even mad at me.

Black Eyed Susan

No, I don't have a black eye.  I'm referring to my garden.  It is a profusion of black eyed susans.  Now I'm sure you think I'm crazy but let me show you what my garden usually looks like thanks to Bambi and the gang.  Yes, I said gang.
Sorry, I can't download the picture I wanted so you will have to use your imagination.  Imagine one morning you go out to your garden that was lush with greenery and flower buds and find little stalks about 2 inches high sticking out instead.
That, my dears, is what my garden usually looks like thanks to the gang.
Well, Irish Spring and I have rescued my garden and now it is a wealth of lovely black eyed susans.  It kind of looks like this:

I'm just so happy I had to share.

Almost Over

OK,OK, I know you are getting sick of fruit fly wars but I can't stop.  I think(fingers crossed here) we are almost done and they, I mean, it will finally give  up and the war will be over.
Yes, that's right, I'm back to one measly fruit fly.  In the bathroom....where it all began.
I'm not getting too excited yet because we've had a few times we thought we were done but they always came back with a vengeance.
But I'm pretty hopeful that today we are coming to an end and General DH and I will be victorious.
I think we turned a corner when I went for hand to hand combat. Yep, that really turned the tide.
There won't be any signing of a treaty since fruit flies have those teeny tiny brains, they can't sign anything. There will be champagne for the General and me.  The 100 Years War is finally(again, fingers crossed here) over!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fruit Fly Wars Part III

Do you remember the story of the Brave Little Tailor?  He killed 7 flies with one blow and went around bragging about it so they made him go kill a giant.  Luck was with him and he did it.

I am no Brave Little Tailor, but as General DH said sometimes you just have to use the direct approach so today I sucked it up and  I clapped a fruit fly to death.  Now wouldn't you think I'd be ecstatic?

Well, kind of like the Little Tailor, I have some regrets.  First, I can't believe my luck.  Do you know how many of those things I've tried to kill in the last couple weeks?  I was really desperate today since I feel this war is coming up to the level of the Hundred Years war.  I feel like I've been fighting the little suckers forever.  But I still feel a little bad about killing that thing.  What can I say?  I guess I am not a born soldier or even a brave little tailor.  Thank goodness there aren't any giants around here!!!

Book Club

Yesterday I was reading an article about the annoying member types of a book club.  I really enjoyed it until I got to this part.
The Dominator. All discussion runs through The Dominator. Like the guy on the plane who shares his cell phone conversation with everyone, The Dominator must be heard. Whether it’s interrupting someone else’s thoughts on Unbroken, or constantly steering the conversation away from the book and toward his kids, this member of your book club will never let you get a word in edgewise.
OMG!  That's me.
I know it is.  I work really hard not to do it and I always do.  I don't want to.  I just can't seem to help myself.
The worst part is they let me.  I always think they let me because they like it.  Now, I'm not so sure.  Of course, I prefer to think of it as being the Leader but I am a Dominator.  I am crushed and not just a little ashamed.
How does a Dominator stop being one?  I'll have to ask Christian Grey.

Alien Nation 2

I was running errands yesterday and I pulled into a large parking lot.  I always choose a space kind of far from the door because I need to get my 10,000 steps in every day so as I looked around I saw a twin Soul so I parked right next to it.
As I was locking up and wondering if anyone would have the nerve to put my antennae topper onto the other car to trick us, a gentleman approached.
I figured he was the owner of the other Soul so I prepared to tell him my musings.  Maybe he'd find it funny too.
Well, he didn't own the Soul and he didn't rob me or anything like that.  He said his wife wants a Soul and how do I like mine.  I went into my short spiel about how wonderful it is and how we drove it all the way to Santa Fe, NM and it was perfect.  He nodded in all the right places, asked me if you could put a big dog in the back(of course you can) and asked about gas mileage.  He then said, she wants a green one.  I said maybe she should think about another color as there are about a gazillion green ones.  He said oh, no she would only get green and look at my truck down there it is from 1998 and it's green just like yours.  There's nothing new about it.
Well, I guess he told me but I get the last laugh.  The alien nation just grew by one.  Watch out world, we may have a plan. BWAHAHAHA.

Dr. O

You may be familiar with the evil villain, Dr. No from James Bond.  Well, I have met his evil sister and she showed up on my soap.  This woman:

She is a real baddie  yet hilarious in her own way.  She has a daughter that she sent to Port Charles to stir up trouble.  Others on the show call the daughter Britch instead of Britt.  So you get the picture.  Well, she has an evil mother so what else would she be?
But this post is not about Britch, it's about Mommy Dearest aka Dr. Obrecht.  In the picture you see  her cunning face.  That's when she gives the daughter advice-- none of which is good.  It's always twisted and based on the mother's own past.
She really hates this one woman who "stole" her lover, Britt's crazy as a loon father.
So she is out to kill her.  Naturally.  It's a soap, people.
Anyway, she can go from the cunning face to the evil face in a split second.  She is so good at it and her Germanic accent really helps.  Last week she donned a crappy blond wig and headed over to a private party at a bar where they were doing Karaoke and she somehow got in.  Not so private after all. 
People sang Karaoke and then she got up and sang "Is That All There Is?" an old torch song from the sixties.  It was the funniest, creepiest thing you ever heard.  I laughed until I nearly fell off the couch. All the time she had an eye peeled on her "enemy" who she had given a poison drink.
That's what I love about the soaps.  There's drama but the laughs are even better.

TMI

Frankly, one of my favorite past times is eavesdropping.  OK, I know it's wrong and I shouldn't do it but sometimes you just can't help it, if you know what I mean.
Yesterday, I was in a department store with Sis to do some returns and there was a long line and only one woman manning the register so we had to wait.  And honest, I couldn't help but overhear the conversation the women in front of us were having.  Well, one woman was having most of it.
She was wearing orange tennis shoes and told the others that her husband bought them for her so she was always on the lookout for things to go with them.  Hence the orange pants, the hot pink, orange and purple top, the orange bag, the orange, hot pink and purple bangles.  Well, then, here comes the kicker.  She pulls the collar of her top down and says even the underwear.
OK, it was just a peek for them but the woman was my age at least and who wants to see an old lady's underwear, matching or not?
Then she continues to tell them about her husband, that paragon of virtue and how he still sews on his grandma's old treadle sewing machine.  Oh boy!!  Wouldn't he appreciate that being told to strangers?  Or anyone for that matter.
If you are shopping, don't tell your life history to the others around you.  Someone may be eavesdropping, probably me.

Hurry Up and Wait

Well, Sis and I went to lunch yesterday to celebrate her birthday.  We love going to the tea room.  It's so girly and pretty. Plus we love tea.  It is always a sinful lunch.
We had reservations for noon and we made sure we were on time. On time, got that?
We waited for our waitress to pay attention to us for about half the time we were there.  Now, granted, we have all the time in the world but nobody likes to feel ignored.
It was such slow service that I was getting antsy.  I mean really how hard is it to come over to two tables instead of doing just one and returning to the kitchen and then doing another table when that's done?  Getting our food was not half as bad as paying the bill.  My little credit card sat and sat.  I even think I heard it cry out, Come and get me.
That's how long it took.
We watched three tables get their bills, pay their bills and leave before the waitress even paid us any attention.  And they all had come in AFTER US!
Usually, I have a lot of empathy for the wait staff.  I know they work hard for not much pay.  That's why I am a good tipper.  At least 20%, more if they did a good job.
Once we even tipped 100% for a nice kid who waited on us.
This woman needs to get a different job.  The poor thing didn't even know what I wanted for dessert when I said lemon pie because she called it luscious lemon ice cream pie.  She looked a little confused and then brightened up and said Oh, luscious lemon pie.  Yep.
Did we complain?  No, only to each other.  Did I tip?  Yep, a little over 20%.  I don't carry a grudge..........much.

Happy Birthday, Sis!

There is something really special about having a sister like mine.  I know all sisters don't get along or spend time together but we do.  We can get laughing so hard that we can hardly breathe.  We share some common interests and are interested in each other's interests that we don't share.  Sorry, that sounds a little complicated it but it isn't really.

She writes books.  I review books.

She loves NYC.  I love Santa Fe.

We both still love us some soap operas.

We both love to travel.

We both still worry about our kids.

We both get the most peculiar ailments.

We're both blonds.

We both get in trouble in spite of ourselves.

Sometimes we are invisible.

We both hate the clothes out there for women our age.

We both love flavored coffees.

Oh, and tea.

And the tearoom.

We both love each other.

How lucky am I to have a sister like that?

Alien Nation

I have probably mentioned that I own a Kia Soul as does my WP and apparently, about a gazillion others in our immediate area.  There are so many that we came up with different names for different scenarios.  Like yesterday, I had to yield for another green Soul so I "let myself go."
In all these car sightings, it is becoming obvious that the green Soul was extremely popular.  Oh, excuse me, it isn't called green it is called "alien."   You know, like little green men.
Well, there are four or five in my immediate neighborhood that I see all the time including the one I had to "let go."  Which gave me the idea for the Alien Nation.  I think I want to start a club for Alien owners.  We could flash each other the Live long and prosper hand signal.

We wouldn't have to look so serious as Spock here  but you get the idea.  We would never have meetings because that is too alien of a concept.  We could all drive to the same place at the same time and be an Alien invasion.   Or, I know, we could all get bumper stickers that say Have you hugged your Alien today?  Yep, that's it.

I have plenty of time to get this going and I only need about 5 or 6 of those bumper stickers.  I'll get right on it....after I return from the home planet.

(Cue the TwilightZone music here)

Still Bug Wars

Who would have thought that a few fruit flies could last so long?  They must procreate like.......well, fruit flies.  We have a new strategy.  Guess who came up with it?  General DH at your service.  He didn't like the juryrigged traps I set so he read on line and went and got a funnel.  He poured wine in a glass and covered it with the funnel.  Supposedly that is going to do the trick.  Why they aren't diving into my present traps is a mystery.  Perhaps they notice their dead comrades floating around.
Personally, I think we are on the 7th generation of fruit flies and they are just getting smarter.  I must have insulted them when I said they had teeny tiny brains.
Anyway, last night they got some revenge.  I went in the bedroom and took off the throw pillows and lo! and behold!!  this guy came scurrying out.

In bug wars, this guy is the Tank!  He is the big gun.  He is the creepiest bug one could find at 11 pm in the bedroom.  On the bed!!
Well, as a good soldier should, I screamed bloody murder and General DH came to the rescue.  He trapped it, flushed it and it was over.  Too bad he can't do that with those pesky fruit flies.

Pony Tale

When DD was a little girl, she love my little Pony.  A lot.  She had about a million of them.  She brushed them and played with them until they were a frightful looking bunch.Yesterday, she informed me she still has a my little Pony on her desk.  She is a grown up.
We went for our hike yesterday and there is a part of the trail that is just dirt and hardly any stones and no tree roots and if you walk on it just right it sounds like horse hoofs.
The weather has to be just right for a few days or more and yesterday, I just had to give it a try.  I galloped a few steps and DD clomped a few steps but it just was too wet around here for the last couple of weeks.  I kept trying though and even made a horse noise but to no avail.
Lucky DD, she had two little....OK, big ponies.  How about that?  At least she didn't try and brush us.(wink)

Hiking the Almost Grand Canyon

DH and DD are going on a hike in the Grand Canyon in September so they have to practice and get in shape.  Somehow, I got roped into practicing with them.
We were in Chapin forest today and as far as I'm concerned that is a grand enough canyon for me.  Well, actually it is a quarry but let's not split hairs.
It is rugged terrain and a challenge for me.  Not so much for DH who goes way more than I do.  DD does pretty well too and today she even wore a backpack that weighed 25 pounds.  OMG!  I think that's crazy. No offense, honey.
You would have to pay me an extravagant amount of money to hike the Grand Canyon.  It is beautiful there and I love it but I had the worst asthma attack of my life there and I don't want any repeat performances of that.  DH was ready to take me to the hospital.
I'll just be happy slogging along in our neighborhood or at Chapin.  That's a grand enough workout for me.

BAWK BAWK

I have now seen everything!  Behold, a chicken in a diaper.  It seems silly I know but I heard they put them on the chickens to keep salmonella poisoning from happening.  No specifics were given.
How would you like that job?  First, putting them on would be no picnic and second, imagine taking them off.  OHMYGOSH!
But, if you can hold your breath and get past it, you can make a diaper for your chicken by following a few simple directions.  You can easily find them on the Internet as I did(totally by accident).
You need a soft cloth(HAHA) and you need to measure your chicken.  No sh*t--no pun intended.

See, how easy is that?  You can make a plain one like the one in the picture but personally, I prefer a flowered one like the one in the instructions I found.
So, if you want your pet chicken to come indoors or you just like diapers, this is the plan for you.
Personally, never having a pet chicken and I changed enough diapers in my life , thank you very much!

The Red Bra

My WP(workout partner, in case you are new) told me about a show she saw where a 109 year old woman was in a store to buy a red lace bra for her birthday.  The show is called Double Divas.  Apparently, she is still stacked at 109!  I would think her boobs were sagging down to her belly button by now but who knows?  Truly, I never even met anyone that old.  I was just guessing by the state of my own boobs.
I never owned a red bra.  I've had other colors and a sexy black one when I was young but now it's just beige, beige, beige.
When I was young I didn't ever want to wear a bra.  Well, that is not precisely true.  In the 5th grade, my best friend, Susan(of course, remember what I told you?)got a training bra and I was green with envy.  I asked my mom for one and she laughed.  Really, she laughed.
And she could keep right on laughing until they sprouted a little in 9th grade.
But in my twenties and thirties, I found bras constricting and since I was pretty perky, not really necessary.  However, being a teacher, bralessness was frowned upon, hence the black bra and its colorful companions.
Now drooping has won and I wear a bra for most of the day.  I have to be honest though, some evenings when it's just me and DH, I whip that baby off and I swear I can hear my boobs heave a sigh of relief.
I'm sure lots of you have opinions about bras so feel free to share here in the comments if you like.
Let me leave you with this final thought.
I hope you all live to a healthy 109 and you still want a red bra for your birthday!!

Bug Wars 2

I thought you might be sick of looking at the picture of fruit flies so I decided to post this picture of my secret weapon.  I am building up quite an army(well, an army of two) and I now have a general.
DH is determined to kill off these bugs by hand.....and he has a strategy all figured out.  Like all good generals DH has come up with a plan.  He noticed if you try to smack them they go off to the left so if you come at it from the left it flies into your hand and SMASH!  Dead as a doornail.
SO now you have the secret to winning the fruit fly wars.
Now mind you, we have about 4 fruit flies left so he's a little late to the party but what the heck, a general is a general, right?

Bug Wars

It's all about fruit flies.
Well, here we are at day 3 of this topic but I just can't help myself.
I embraced the suggestions on line and the one I tried is working like a charm, sort of.
I took a dish, put some apple cider vinegar in, covered it with plastic wrap, put holes in the plastic wrap and tucked it tightly around the dish.  You can use a rubberband to help you with this. Oh, and you should add a drop of dish soap to the vinegar too.
Now, all I had to do was wait.  I must have checked those traps every 5 minutes at first.  I then figured out I needed some patience.  People, patience is not my long suit.  I think I used it all up on Kindergarteners.  Anyway, I forced myself to stay away from them and this morning, guess what?
Almost all the little buggers are dead in the water...I mean, vinegar.  It takes them awhile to find the holes in the plastic I guess and they can't find their way out because they have teeny tiny brains, wee little ones that don't allow for solving problems.
However, some of them must be teenier tinier brained than others because a few still exist and haven't even found the holes yet so I have to muster up my patience again and see what happens today.
This is war and I am determined to win!

Stop Bugging Me II

Remember my little buddy, lost in the universe of my bathroom?  Well, he found himself a couple of friends.  It isn't a gnat or a midge or even an unknown, it is a fruit fly. 
How we got fruit flies is beyond me as we had no fruit in the house for a couple of days but whatever, that's what they are.
There's about four of them and they all hang out  in the bathroom. No kidding.
I decided I have to get rid of them now so I went to eHow and here's their advice.  I only put it out here because it cracked me up.
1

Clean your soda and beer cans with soap and water or put them in a sealed bag. Fruit flies love beer and soda, so doing this can really help.

2

Make a fruit fly flytrap by putting a small amount of red wine in a shallow dish, cover it with a plastic wrap, stretching and holding it with a rubber band. Pierce some holes on the cover. Attracted to wine, flies will crawl in and would not be able to escape. You can also use banana or apple cider vinegar as a substitute to wine.

 

3              

Combine 1 pint milk, 1/4 lb raw sugar and 2 ounces ground pepper in a saucepan and simmer for 8-10 minutes. Pour it in a shallow dish and watch the flies attack and consequently suffocate.

4

Pour 1/4 cup white vinegar and a pinch of liquid dishwashing detergent in a cup. Slowly, add water till the bubbles reach the top of the cup. Fruit flies will be attracted and trapped to death.

5

Spray the house with diluted lemongrass oil. Just 10 drops of oil works well with 2 ounces of hot water. This can kill not only fruit flies but also spiders, ants and other creepy crawlers.

6

Hang fly strips with both their sides exposed to flies. Fruit flies will stick to the fly trap and perish.

Number 6 is my favorite because I just could picture my lovely home with fly traps hanging from the ceiling in the bathroom.  Quite an addition to my décor.

I'm going to try one of these today.  I'm just not sure which one. 

Well, I am sure I'm not using Number 6!

Always Look Up

Do you remember me telling you that I saw a person holding up the sky in the cloud formations?  And that DH saw a bunny? Well, get a load of this:

(pay no attention to the warning.  it is only a picture.  if you want to see the whole thing try the weather channel)
See what I mean?  Always look up!

Stop Bugging Me

Ok  Imagine this guy except the picture is 100,000 times bigger than it actually is.
He's been in my bathroom for 4 days.  It is driving me crazy.
I have tried smooshing it while at rest(it, not me) and it always gets away.  So I tried clapping it to death.  Frankly, I almost fell off the toilet ...and I still missed.
Yes, I tried to kill it when I was on the potty.  So sue me.
So I tried clapping it to death again while standing.  No luck.
Yesterday, it sat on the wall forever.  Like 5 whole minutes.  I was sure it was tuckered out and I would get it for sure this time.  Nope and nope.
It rarely leaves the bathroom.  I guess because the bathroom is about as big as the universe would be to you or me.  It was in the bedroom yesterday and I thought I got it but, sonofagun, wasn't it back in the bathroom today.
So I decided that I will live in peace and harmony with the poor thing.  After all, it must really be hard to be lost in the vast universe.
It better not let it's guard down though.

A Couple of Weiners

I can hardly stand to watch this young woman throw her life away on this egotistical little worm.   She had to swallow her pride and stand by her man.  Now she had to go on "leave" from her job in Hillary Clinton's office.  Plus she has to smile through the entire thing.
I can't decide if she is as crazy as her husband or just a big dope.  How on earth she ever got mixed up with this man in the first place is a wonder to me.  I could see if she were a young college girl without a lot of experience getting roped in by a smooth talker.  She was a Washington D.C. go getter with an important and somewhat powerful position.  She wasn't twenty and broken hearted from a break up with her college boyfriend.
Maybe she was just desperate enough to overlook any warning signs that may have appeared during their courtship or the beginning of their marriage.  I find it hard to believe that an educated woman would be totally unaware of this weird behavior.
I mean, I'm a wife.  I think I know a lot about DH.  I think I'd be suspicious if he was doing something weird behind my back.  But once I was the wife of  the Anti-DH and I have to say I was completely duped.  The man was a sociopath and I had no experience with anyone remotely like him.  He sucked me in and I hung in there until I couldn't take it any more. Luckily I didn't have any children with this menace.
Huma Abedin is not so lucky.  She already had a child with this scum.  Maybe that's why she is still sucking it up.  Well, Huma, let me tell you something. It isn't worth it!
Do yourself a favor and run as fast as you can!