Ok, now we have no visitors, so Hunk and Bitchy can interact more naturally again. To wit, after two hours of imbibing their usual concoction of crappy Vodka and soda, Bitchy comes grumblin in to ask if I will make them dinner. Which I do (except for the hamburger) and then she proceeds to eat but three or four bites before heading off to bed.
She doesn't even wait to help her sweet husband into his pj bottoms or so much as say goodnight to him or me.
Basically she passes out on the bed and leaves it to him (and me) to get his water pik used properly, teeth brushed, and nightclothes on (flashlight in pocket and wallet on dresser).
I wish she could see how that alcohol changes her temperament and stamina and ultimately makes her a worse person.
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