Dragging my way into Hell Week with back pain, headaches, and obnoxious fatigue. I’m completely useless two weeks out of every month.
But it’s a GIFT!
A monthly GIFT!
Shut-up before I stab you in the throat.
In the meantime, my blood pressure is completely out of whack and my arm is sore from the monitor cuff squeezing the hell out of it. I’m trying to remember to monitor it for at least a week to see if I should get back to the doctor for this. Three days of checking does not look promising at this point. And that poses the question of do I go back to my regular doctor or do I take this opportunity to find a new one closer to home? Erg.
Mech.
Bob and I were eating dinner the other night and I mentioned that I really wanted a pair of red Chucks. I love my black Chucks, but I want a pair of red ones. He looked at me, glanced over at the speakers sitting on the counter playing music for us, and looked back to me with a smirk, “Does a certain singer you like wear those?”
Heh.
No. No he does not. At least not that I’ve seen. I just want red shoes.
We went shopping on Friday and I mentioned that I would like to go to Kohl’s just to see if they had the shoes I wanted. Long story short: Bob bought me a pair of red Chucks.
BECAUSE I AM SPOILED.
The gears have been turning on ways to get back into writing on the Ben & Marina story. Part because I’m really aggravated that I hit a solid brick wall on that project. Part because there is a song that I keep hearing that just…fits. Yes, it’s my own fault that I hear this song so often, but I’m not about to change my current listening habits because writer’s block is kicking my ass.
(You Should Know Better [live] … Andy Grammer)
Of course this just reaffirms the crazy notion that if I didn’t already have a clear picture of Ben in my head, Andy Grammer could totally be Ben. Not sure AG could really pass for a forty-year-old, but still…it could work.
And then I watched this video.
(Miss Me … Andy Grammer)
And turned to a puddle of goo all over again.
And it’s probably incredibly creepy sad wrong weird that the first thing I noticed was the wedding band that was never there before. And then proceeded to giggle like an idiot through the entire thing because that just ups the GUH factor even more.
There’s something incredibly sexy nice about a man wearing a wedding ring. I’m partial to my own man over here, but in general, it’s…yes.
And with that, I’ll stop spewing forth shit I probably shouldn’t admit in a public forum.
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