it's a convoluted mess
This Reunion story is certainly living up to the “from hell” title lately. My brain keeps digging up these little “what if?” scenarios and then I spend far too long trying to figure out if and how they would work in the context of the story. I try writing them out to see how they fare and piece them in little by little. Last night I asked Bob his opinion on one of these what… Keep reading…Though my heart might tell me so…
Bob is gone on the annual company fishing trip up on Mille Lacs and won’t be home until tomorrow. From the day I moved in with him, we have not spent one single night apart. Tonight is the first time in over four years that I will be sleeping alone. I kind of don’t know what to do with myself. After Bob left this afternoon, I started laundry and then started the unnecessarily daunting task… Keep reading…Looking for a two-ply hefty bag…
The Ben & Marina story has the unofficial title of Reunion From Hell. That “working title” really has nothing to do with the story. Or at least not anymore. The original premise was completely different than what it is now. It was something I started sometime around 2005. It was also supposed to be two separate stories. The first was to take place on a movie set, chronicling the actors and their relationships while they… Keep reading…I’ll carry you home tonight…
I have a low-grade fever. I have no idea why. But I feel crappy and I’m fekking HOT and despite taking a lukewarm shower to cool down and prevent myself from overheating, I feel like I haven’t showered in days. It’s also somewhere around ninety degrees outside. Two words: Air Conditioning. I made pizza and garlic cheese bread for dinner on Thursday. We will be eating the last of it for dinner tonight. Pizza four… Keep reading…Don’t mind me I’m just melting over here…
It’s 11AM. I’ve been up since about 2:30. I’ve washed dishes, vacuumedswept the kitchen floor, baked a cake, made frosting for said cake, and now the dishwasher is running. I even took chicken out of the freezer and set to thaw in the fridge so I am forced to cook it for dinner tonight. I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me either, but now I’m getting a headache that is presenting… Keep reading…Wait…what?
I had a dream that I was pregnant. Judging by the size, I’d guess seven or eight months along. I was wandering around some sort of get-together in search of Bob while people marveled over the fact that I was still wearing my wedding ring. Bob appeared to be missing completely from the gathering and I got sidetracked from my search by a plate of baked potatoes. Because obviously. Then I shared my Investigation Discovery… Keep reading…Mmm…potatoes…