I can’t believe the Ex and I actually did it. We’ve been talking about it since we moved here in 2006 - though I suppose arguing about it is more accurate. (I wanted to buy; he said the market was out of whack. Turns out, he was right. I’m glad we waited.)

We found the perfect place at a really good price! It’s new, it’s beautiful, and it’s right near a huge park for Gavin. My Ex found the place online and called me at work after seeing it in person. “I found our new house,” he said. “I trust your judgement,” was my reply. And sure enough, upon seeing it myself, I agreed with his decision.

Fast forward to this afternoon when my Ex called me at work. He was at the Home Depot with his mother. “Guess what?” he said excitedly. “I found our new washer and dryer.”

“Oh no you didn’t,” I said.

“Huh?”

“You think you’re choosing a washer and dryer without my input? Are you crazy?”

My Ex was left scratching his head, wondering why on earth I would trust him with a home purchase and yet wouldn’t with a washer and dryer. I can’t explain it myself, but something about him choosing my appliances really irked me. Especially because he picked a dryer that would, when stacked, require a step stool for me to use. Nice.

I know I write about politics a fair amount, so it’s not surprising that the Google logic displays political ads on my blog. However, since I write about how much I really dislike Sarah Palin and John McCain, you’d think their algorithm would be smart enough to recognize that and not display ads from their campaign.

Seriously, if I have to look at one more “McCain-Palin: The Original Mavericks” ad (complete with night backdrop and stars), I am going to lose it. On the bright side, however, every time someone clicks on a McCain ad on my blog, it is ten cents less the McCain campaign has to spend. So, maybe displaying these ads is actually a good thing? Liberals, click away!

In brighter news, just two weeks to the election! Woo-hoo!

So, it may come as a little bit of a shocker, I’m sure, but I run a kind of tight ship around here. I like my house clean, my boys well-behaved, and my nights calm and relaxing.

Tonight, after rushing from work to attend an open house at Gavin’s school, then rushing to get dinner for my family, and finally rushing home to watch Round 3 of the madness (aka the Debate), I was exhausted. After the debate, I began cleaning the house, washing dishes, and doing laundry. I asked my Ex to “keep an eye on Gavin.” Well, my Ex interpreted that as “sit on the couch and chat online.” As I watched my Ex luxuriate on the microfiber, I started to fume. When I looked over to see our son, under my Ex’s “watch,” rubbing moisturizer all over the couch, I finally exploded. And not in a small way.

I told my poor Ex exactly what I thought of having to do everything around here. I say poor because my Ex has been recently diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and I suspect he was not having a good day, even before I launched into Bitchfest 2008. I think that I was very, very mean based on the defeated look on my Ex’s face. (To his credit, he wound up dumping a well-deserved bowl of - dry - Lucky Charms over my head.)

Anyway, I need to work on being nicer and less emotional. I really need to reign the crazy Jewishness in, at least for my Christian Ex’s sake.