Top of the mother-fucking morning. How the hell are you? I am doing wonderful. I have slept 11 hours

a night for the past week. I feel so alive rejuvenated and youthful I can't

even stand it. My forehead crevas that was previously injected with Botox is

coming back but I feel okay about it because I feel so alive.

This is not popular to say, but Andrew travels a lot for work, these work trips, these luxury

work trips that make me want to vomit all over myself by the way.

It's like cool.

I would be lucky if I got put up at Glendale, Bess Western, maybe a Ramada with like a continental

fucking breakfast of little mini cereal boxes and a whole fat yogurt.

Okay? He's like staying in, I don't know, the Merve Griffin Estate with a fuck, it's actually bigger

than the Merve Griffin Estate they were going to stay

there but it was bucked and there's like 85 pools and helicopter pads and whatever and I

normally go back and forth with these work trips but this time I was like you know what I'm going to take a week and I'm just

gonna do me I'm gonna have a self-care no husband week and it was fan-fucking

Tastic. As much as I love my husband and I really really like totally love him. I'm like pretty sure we're gonna make it like I would say, I ask him every single day. I'm like, how, like, do you think that we'll get a divorce ever? And he's like, not on my watch. And I'm like, all right, first of all, like be cooler because it's like just chill secondly statistically the odds are not in our

favorite and thirdly I'm like I'm like 95% sure that we're gonna make it like

even if he did something really shady and if he cheated on me I would have to like

physically like beat him like shove like an open electrical

Socket up his asshole hourly I'd have to like fucking be fucking every male relative of his I mean I would have to do so many things to make him stray so I would have to put that on me which is not lovely to say

but I gotta tell you when he's out of town I have the best

fucking time I totally let myself go and I mean let's be real it's not like he's walking into like me in a fucking French made outfit with thigh highs like that doesn't really happen either when he's here because he like pretends that he likes me without any makeup and like you know just jeans and a t shirt but whatever but I gotta tell you it was the best I ate whatever I want I watch TV

whatever the fuck I want which I do also when he's here I went to bed at 930 I woke up at 730 I took like long

...