Strike Three

Hey batter batter batter hey batter hey batter batter……. WHOOSH!  Called third strike!  Didn’t even make an attempt to swing.  Got caught looking.  Or not.  Step away from the plate.  Hang your head in shame.  You’re out!

Just thought I would update those that were keeping score.  Contact information has been deleted from my phone.  Not that I really would be tempted to call him or even text him to tell him that he no longer exists in my reality.  I am ambivalent about the whole thing.  Not really even disappointed.  The writing was on the wall.  He is dead to me.

Ok, so back to my reality.  I should have never resurrected him in the first place.  I have reinforced why I still like animals better than people.  For good reasons my friends.  Good reasons.