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same_skyMy throat hurts. Is it weird to wish that I would just go ahead and get really sick so I can get it over with? I've felt pre-sick plus sore throat for days now, and it's really beginning to get on my nerves. I don't want to wait until Christmas to feel like crap. Christmas is all about the happy, right? Can't have the happy when there is the sick! Or at least, not as much of the happy. WTF am I even saying here?
Seeing as I was still feeling vaguely bad when I got up yesterday, we decided that going to visit my grandfather today wasn't in the cards, so we went to see my parents yesterday instead. I don't mind taking a cold in on my parents, but I really, really, really do not want to take it to my Papaw. Even though I am totally jonesing to see Elizabeth. Anyway, we helped them put up their Christmas tree, and just generally had a nice time. We ended up spending the night, which was both good and bad. It made it much harder to resist going to do the family thing and holding my favorite three-month-old, and also, neither of us slept all that well. However, we stopped at WalMart (after an excellent, excellent lunch at our Chinese place.. seriously, excellent, how can I survive without going there for lunch tomorrow?) and all but finished up our Christmas shopping, so that was really good. We still have a few odds and ends, including each other, but most of it has been taken care of now. Except for the wrapping. Someone please tell me where to find the energy for my usual frills and bows and perfectionism?
We are officially back on the whole eating healthy thing as of tomorrow. (I guess this means I need to go have my ice cream as soon as I finish writing this.. I'm so horrible.) There were brief discussions of the shorter one in the bunch giving the whole low-carb thing a whirl, but we are totally not prepared for something like that in terms of groceries and meal plans, so it was decided that it could be put off until after New Years, and then only if the whole eating-healthy thing doesn't go over as well as planned. I am half dragging my feet and an eighth enthused at the concept.. the rest is undecided but leaning towards angst. It would just be so much easier if I didn't hate the idea. Eh, I don't even want to get into this again, especially since this isn't a friends-only post.. not important anyway.
Anyway. I'm as much in favor of a sappy story of love as the next person, but some things are too stupid even for sappy love stories. Marine sacrifices finger to save wedding ring. *boggle* Okay, first of all.. what kind of doctor will agree to chop off a body part instead of a piece of jewelry? More importantly, though.. DUDE!! YOU CUT OFF YOUR FINGER!! WHAT KIND OF MORON ARE YOU?! See, there's this magic thing about rings--they can be repaired. They can be put back together. They can even be replaced. You all know that I love my husband more than anything else in the world, but if it comes down to my wedding ring or my finger.. I'll hand you the pliers without hesitation. (And also, I gotta say, M would beat the crap out of me if I chose an inanimate object over any given body part.. that's just the kind of love we've got, baby.) And.. umm.. if you didn't follow the link.. well, the other thing is.. they ummm, lost the ring. [I am respectfully holding back my laughter here. I can't help it. I just have to laugh every darned time someone loses the ring they cut their finger off for.] I can't help but think that it was a getting-laid ploy. It'll work with your wife when you get home, but hey.. if she ever leaves you, you can just break that story out in a bar when someone asks where your finger went..
I am getting crotchety of late.
M would say this is nothing new.
But he steadfastly refuses to chop off any body part for love of me, so what does he know?
Seeing as I was still feeling vaguely bad when I got up yesterday, we decided that going to visit my grandfather today wasn't in the cards, so we went to see my parents yesterday instead. I don't mind taking a cold in on my parents, but I really, really, really do not want to take it to my Papaw. Even though I am totally jonesing to see Elizabeth. Anyway, we helped them put up their Christmas tree, and just generally had a nice time. We ended up spending the night, which was both good and bad. It made it much harder to resist going to do the family thing and holding my favorite three-month-old, and also, neither of us slept all that well. However, we stopped at WalMart (after an excellent, excellent lunch at our Chinese place.. seriously, excellent, how can I survive without going there for lunch tomorrow?) and all but finished up our Christmas shopping, so that was really good. We still have a few odds and ends, including each other, but most of it has been taken care of now. Except for the wrapping. Someone please tell me where to find the energy for my usual frills and bows and perfectionism?
We are officially back on the whole eating healthy thing as of tomorrow. (I guess this means I need to go have my ice cream as soon as I finish writing this.. I'm so horrible.) There were brief discussions of the shorter one in the bunch giving the whole low-carb thing a whirl, but we are totally not prepared for something like that in terms of groceries and meal plans, so it was decided that it could be put off until after New Years, and then only if the whole eating-healthy thing doesn't go over as well as planned. I am half dragging my feet and an eighth enthused at the concept.. the rest is undecided but leaning towards angst. It would just be so much easier if I didn't hate the idea. Eh, I don't even want to get into this again, especially since this isn't a friends-only post.. not important anyway.
Anyway. I'm as much in favor of a sappy story of love as the next person, but some things are too stupid even for sappy love stories. Marine sacrifices finger to save wedding ring. *boggle* Okay, first of all.. what kind of doctor will agree to chop off a body part instead of a piece of jewelry? More importantly, though.. DUDE!! YOU CUT OFF YOUR FINGER!! WHAT KIND OF MORON ARE YOU?! See, there's this magic thing about rings--they can be repaired. They can be put back together. They can even be replaced. You all know that I love my husband more than anything else in the world, but if it comes down to my wedding ring or my finger.. I'll hand you the pliers without hesitation. (And also, I gotta say, M would beat the crap out of me if I chose an inanimate object over any given body part.. that's just the kind of love we've got, baby.) And.. umm.. if you didn't follow the link.. well, the other thing is.. they ummm, lost the ring. [I am respectfully holding back my laughter here. I can't help it. I just have to laugh every darned time someone loses the ring they cut their finger off for.] I can't help but think that it was a getting-laid ploy. It'll work with your wife when you get home, but hey.. if she ever leaves you, you can just break that story out in a bar when someone asks where your finger went..
I am getting crotchety of late.
M would say this is nothing new.
But he steadfastly refuses to chop off any body part for love of me, so what does he know?
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