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Sweetness.
I didn't finish this last night, so posting it a little late. (Hence words like "tonight" and such.)
I got the bill for my ER visit a couple of weeks ago. Anyone want to take a wild guess what they're billing my insurance company? Anyone? No? $493.72. That's bloody ridiculous. Sure, I'm going to end up paying something like $75, but it pisses me off on behalf of my insurance company. M and I have talked about it several times, the difference between how health care is here and in Sweden. Both of them suck. It's crazy. I won't bother going into it, though, since you either know what I'm talking about or don't care. ;)

Have I mentioned today that I adore my husband beyond any possible description by such trivial things as words?
I told my niece, who's eight, the other night that I married him because he gives good kisses. She looked at me like I was crazy. Of course, at the time, M was drawing cute little pictures of furry animals and then giving them sharp evil teeth and/or pirate paraphernalia to make them look mean, so I could see her point.
That's not actually true. I mean, it's true that he was drawing mean things, but the kisses are not why I married him. It was a nice bonus, of course, but I married him because he's the sweetest boy on earth. Tonight, I was whining about my book and its lack of direction and my inability to write the silly thing. I wasn't being completely serious, just frustrated with the next scene, really, and not sure where to go. (I really should have done more planning beforehand.) When I turned around again and stopped complaining, he sent me a very long ICQ message. And what was in this message? A bunch of copied and pasted comments from LJ entries. He had been saving some of the nice things my lovely friends have said recently about writing-related things into a file and had saved the sending of it for just such an occasion to remind me that I'm not completely hopeless. It was horribly sweet, and it reminded me how much I love him.. which is a nice way to begin a third/seventh anniversary weekend trip. Now if only the weekend would get here.
I got the bill for my ER visit a couple of weeks ago. Anyone want to take a wild guess what they're billing my insurance company? Anyone? No? $493.72. That's bloody ridiculous. Sure, I'm going to end up paying something like $75, but it pisses me off on behalf of my insurance company. M and I have talked about it several times, the difference between how health care is here and in Sweden. Both of them suck. It's crazy. I won't bother going into it, though, since you either know what I'm talking about or don't care. ;)

Have I mentioned today that I adore my husband beyond any possible description by such trivial things as words?
I told my niece, who's eight, the other night that I married him because he gives good kisses. She looked at me like I was crazy. Of course, at the time, M was drawing cute little pictures of furry animals and then giving them sharp evil teeth and/or pirate paraphernalia to make them look mean, so I could see her point.
That's not actually true. I mean, it's true that he was drawing mean things, but the kisses are not why I married him. It was a nice bonus, of course, but I married him because he's the sweetest boy on earth. Tonight, I was whining about my book and its lack of direction and my inability to write the silly thing. I wasn't being completely serious, just frustrated with the next scene, really, and not sure where to go. (I really should have done more planning beforehand.) When I turned around again and stopped complaining, he sent me a very long ICQ message. And what was in this message? A bunch of copied and pasted comments from LJ entries. He had been saving some of the nice things my lovely friends have said recently about writing-related things into a file and had saved the sending of it for just such an occasion to remind me that I'm not completely hopeless. It was horribly sweet, and it reminded me how much I love him.. which is a nice way to begin a third/seventh anniversary weekend trip. Now if only the weekend would get here.
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I thought you meant that she looked at you like you were crazy because with a man who can draw cute little pictures of furry animals and then give them sharp teeth and/or pirate paraphernalai to make them look mean, who needs KISSES as a reason to marry him?!
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That's a good point. ;) Nah, she was very annoyed with him for making them mean. He finally drew a snake curled up in the grass, and he kept adding nice things like flowers and a big smile on the snake's mouth, and she approved of that one. Then he drew a gigantic foot hovering over it, about to squish the pretty little snake into oblivion and showed it to her with a very pleased look on his face, which made her squeal. It was really funny, actually.
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I feel very lucky to have Mike as well. He woke me up this morning by turning off the fan he sleeps with (he knows it drives me crazy), flopping over onto my side of the bed, wrapping his arms around me, and saying "Hello, wife."
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What's this third/seventh anniversary thing?? I'm still reading through the last couple of days posts so I might find out there but if not ... huh?? :)
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Anyway, we're going on a very short road trip this weekend to Gatlinburg, which is the most tourist trap city you will EVER have the occasion to visit (next year when you come visit, we might take you.) It's about four hours by car, and this will be the fourth time we've been. This time we really don't have enough time, but it'll still be fun, I think. :)
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Tourist trap shmourist trap - when you come to visit next year I'll show YOU a tourist trap :)
Actually, I will come and visit one day. I vowed that the next time I go OS I'll get a round the world flight which means I HAVE to go through the US....