Confessions, Part Two

I am also a bratty girlfriend today.



I came home and there was a little green notebook on the side table. I knew it wasn't mine; I picked it up anyway.



I contemplated a well-placed post-it note--"Gee, that's a lot of females. I wonder what the little stars next to their names mean?"



I settled for something nearly as snarky--I had promised LJ that I'd pay him back half the money for the latest Crap-Wagon repair, so I stopped at the ATM on the way home.



Guess where I left the money??



That's right--right in front of the page with all the stars.



Either he's doing nothing and that's an old list--it looks old-ish---or he IS doing something, in which case, once he finds it, he knows I know. Either way, I'm fine and I've made my point.



AND I ate one of his pork chops. So there.