One week is the Perfect Love of a Lifetime, the next it's crap. Ann came into work upset today, shut the door to my office, and plopped down in a chair and started to sob. Apparently things aren't as hunky-dory with the Hot and Wonderful Tom as she made it appear just a week or so ago, when they were talking about buying a house together. Well, duh. Who didn't see that coming?

Hi all! I've been lurking here and there, commenting now and then, but work has been INSANE and I haven't been able to hang out here like I used to. (Actually having to WORK on the job?! The horror!)

I just don't know what more needs to happen to get Ann to see that this situation is exactly what it appears to be- a cluster- and it isn't going to get any better. She came into work this morning crying (again). She and Tom had big plans- a three-day weekend away, just the two of them, in the city, where they would attend a wedding for one of Ann's relatives and spent the rest of the time getting cozy and doing some sightseeing and whatnot. Sitters were in place...then Mary happened.

I just got back from lunch with Ann. And guess what? As of two weeks ago, BM can't handle Sailor Talk Mary anymore, and Hottie now has her FT! The kid just turned ten. TEN. And her mother already gave her away. Ann didn't mention this little tidbit yesterday when she was talking about the Disney trip.

I asked her how it was going, and she rolled her eyes. There's no more alone time for Ann and Hottie. No more weekends away. No more dinners out on a whim.