Calling It in Sick.

So far, so good, everything is coming up roses with Cowboy and I. Seriously. I love this. Love, love, love this. He is home, he is in one piece. PDA allover the place. Extra lovin’ on me. We’re just so happy and better together. What can I say? I do have a complaint though. Naturally. Look who you’re dealing with!

Everyday since Saturday night we have seen Cowboy’s old room mate. You know the one. The one dating That Baby’s mama. The one I cannot stand more than five minutes. Yeah, him. If you’re counting – we got back on Saturday night, meaning we have seen him everyday since Cowboy has been back. I’m so done.

It’s taking a lot for me to bite my tongue and not speak badly of the room mate. It’s taking a lot. I’m trying to go with the flow for the sake of it. I understand that Cowboy’s friends missed him just as much as I did. I knew that CR1 really missed him. I could tell whenever he spoke of him; CR1 had so many questions of when and where is Cowboy returning. Honestly, I think that CR1 hasn’t been able to go out like he and Cowboy used to do. They are the party animals of the group they hang out with – the other guys are much more calmer and introverted.

The minute CR1 heard we were back in Dallas; he was at our apartment. Everyday since he has found a reason or a meal to see us again. Between you and me, I’ve had enough. I’m so over it. The rest of the week looks okay as Cowboy mentioned last night that he really wants to have a night in, just the two of us. I gladly agreed.

Saturday, I’m calling in sick. The old room mate has it planned for everyone to meet at a bar to watch the Ohio State game. Cowboy put us in the plan as our Saturday was free. I have several problems with the plan:
1. Ohio State. Seriously? I’m a Longhorn and have no interest in attending a bar full of Buckeyes, cheering on their team.
2. CR1 has arranges for taxis as transportation. Not a bad idea but I don’t plan on being that drunk in the afternoon (whenever I don’t plan it is when it usually ends up that way.)
3. The bar is half an hour away. OMG! Its not like there aren’t 50 bars in a ten mile radius of our neighborhood – which is everyone who is attending’s neighborhood too. Hence, the taxis, but still. Come on. Half hour trip in a cab is bound to be at least $50. I know with more people sharing, it could be less. But still, I’d rather drive half an hour so I can leave whenever I want to escape. Seriously.
4. They plan on going out in that city after the game. No way Jose.

All day long with CR1, watching an Ohio State game and then having a night of it, too? I don't think so! I have no intention of traveling that far to watch a game I don’t care about with a bunch of people, mainly one person in particular that I don’t care to see for at least a month.

Do you know what I mean? Yes. So, I’m calling it in sick. I don’t mind if Cowboy goes and has a great time and night of it. The worst part is I’ll have to carry this little white lie of sickness with Cowboy.

I hate to have to lie to him. The thing is, he knows I cannot stand CR1. It boggles him whenever CR1 and I cannot get along. It seriously stresses him out why we are not friendlier to each other. I have tried. I’ve tried many times but the idiot is a daft prick. I think he is chauvinistic – mainly due to that incident when his girlfriend had to spend the night with me because of whatever he did or said (yeah and I still think she is an idiot for staying with him). He is the most selfish person I know.

I’m so not going. Since I don’t want to ruin it for Cowboy, I’m just calling it in sick. I think I’ll eat a bad burger on Friday or cheese or something.