I'm getting the feeling that she likes getting rid of me. Just little things I pick up on. Like the other day I worked out on the treadmill for a while then jumped in the shower. I got out of the shower, put my robe on, stepped out into the hall, raised my arms over my head like King Kong and screamed, "Ahhhh, I feel like a new man!" She said, "So do I. Get the hell out."
