it's a convoluted mess
Bob is on vacation this week. I am getting spoiled all over again. After three years you’d think we’d be dying for some time apart. No. Not so much. The more time I spend with him, the more time I want to spend with him. After ten days joined at the hip (get your minds out of the gutter you dirty little pigs) when he goes back to work on Monday I will be lonely… Keep reading…Getaway…or get away…
It’s supposed to snow for Christmas Eve. It might already be snowing. It probably is, judging by the weather radar map, but I haven’t looked outside. I desperately don’t want it to snow. We’re going to my sister’s house and I do not want to travel in the snow. Traveling in the snow is stressful enough. But I’m having flashbacks to last year on Christmas Eve. When it was snowing. Traffic was bad. And some… Keep reading…Flashbacks…
It’s December 22nd (technically it’s the 23rd because it’s after midnight now, but for the sake of argument and the fact that I haven’t gone to bed yet, we’ll say it’s the 22nd and run with it). I was supposed to have my wedding thank you notes done to send out with my Christmas cards. I haven’t done either. I’m playing the ADHD card and sending them all out late. I haven’t even put up… Keep reading…Swish swish stab…
Mmmm…mashed potatoes… No. Wait. That wasn’t what that was supposed to be a reference to. Sidetracked. Anyway. It’s no secret that my latest fixation has been Red vs Blue and the crew at Rooster Teeth. (And not just Caboose Joel.) I could probably write an entire post flailing about that. But this is not that post. On a number of occasions recently (or not so recently, my timing is impeccable these days), a handful of… Keep reading…Mashed…
The corner of one of my bottom front teeth is chipped. It’s very small and not terribly noticeable at first glance, but it’s there. Most of the time I don’t notice it unless I deliberately run my tongue across it. But some days, it feels sharp enough to cut right through my lip. I have no idea how I chipped it. But I remember exactly when it happened. September 16, 2008. I was driving around… Keep reading…Chipped…
S: By my calculations, I should get my Rooster Teeth package today. But it hasn’t shown up yet. So maybe it’ll get here tomorrow. I’m DYING for that CD. I need to hear Caboose’s love song to Church in it’s entirety. R: I didn’t think that song sounded that great. S: Well, it’s not so much the song—I really only like it because it’s Caboose singing it. R: No. You really only like it because… Keep reading…Hey chicka bump bump…