It's been a while. Still slowly crawling upwards. I seem to get knocked back a lot. 1 day at a time and all that bullshit.
Turned another year older. Doesn't feel any different.
Twatwaffles started playing ball again. Nights spent at the ball park now. Practice, Practice, Practice.
Valentines Day was interesting. Loser made reservations at my favorite place. However, We were both sick so we boxed up dinner, Came home and went to bed.
I'm just pushing buttons at this point aren't I? Funny how you just type random shit.
I have to find my happy. It has to be around here somewhere.
Kinda sick and freakin tired of acting happy. Why can't someone just be miserable!
That should have been a question mark.
I did go to the Dr. He did give me some sleeping pills. That he only wants me to take 2-3 days a week. Well what the shitballs am I supposed to do the other days of the week?
Guess I'll just sit here and stare at my unfinished, YES STILL UN FUCKING FINISHED bathroom.And kitchen. And everything else. Because I guess our style is now "Trashy Chic".
It's almost 6am. Going to go make coffee.
Oh and, Titty Sprinkles.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Hanging on by a thread.
I read just a few other blogs. I find other women that I identify with and I cling to them. When they rant about their children being emotional bloodsuckers, I say "Mine too! Finally, Someone get's it." When they talk about their husbands and the lack of support, quality time, and just plain marriage they yearn for, I scream "Preach it".
Sometimes however, One of them hit close to home and make me really look at myself and take a step back. REALLY look at myself. And that happened big time about a month ago.
Jen, Over at My favorite blog evar! did something I will probably never have the lady balls to do. She told everyone, And I mean everyone about her struggle with depression. The words that she typed and held onto for a month jumped off of my screen and bitch slapped me into reality. As I read, I couldn't believe that someone else was not only feeling the same things, But openly telling the world just how bad it really is. It's not a "bad day" It's not a "Funk" *which is my favorite way of describing my worse than usual days*, It's every day. You struggle with it. You fight it. You try and conquer it and it slaps you back on your ass every time.
Laughing is my favorite action. I find it hard to do. I make myself do it sometimes. I find myself sitting and thinking about things that don't matter to anyone else but they mean the world to me. Not being trusted hurts. Not with something like your life savings, But simple every day life. I feel like I'm being cut away a bit at a time. It's hard and it hurts, Being used to having people come to you with their problems and then having them tell people "Just don't tell her".
I've always been the ear to listen or shoulder to cry on. Never asked for one in return. The only ear or shoulder I've ever had was Loser. He listens to me rant and rave. He gives me tissue when I cry, He holds me when I just can't take it anymore. But who do I go to when I need to talk about him? I find myself hiding things from him just to spare him. He's my husband not my therapist.
The sleepless nights hurt a lot. I always thought that having the size family that I have, Someone would always be there. So many of us have so many problems these days *I think*. I try and find my own way through it, But like Jen up there ^^^, I realized I can't. No one should have to cry themselves to sleep at least twice a week. No one should hide and wear that mask that makes everyone think you've got it together. I've gotten good at that. Too good I think.
I can't anymore. My body is telling me every day that I can't keep doing this. I have to find it in myself to be able to look at that monster and realize he has no power over me, But damnit. He's pretty powerful right now.
Sometimes however, One of them hit close to home and make me really look at myself and take a step back. REALLY look at myself. And that happened big time about a month ago.
Jen, Over at My favorite blog evar! did something I will probably never have the lady balls to do. She told everyone, And I mean everyone about her struggle with depression. The words that she typed and held onto for a month jumped off of my screen and bitch slapped me into reality. As I read, I couldn't believe that someone else was not only feeling the same things, But openly telling the world just how bad it really is. It's not a "bad day" It's not a "Funk" *which is my favorite way of describing my worse than usual days*, It's every day. You struggle with it. You fight it. You try and conquer it and it slaps you back on your ass every time.
Laughing is my favorite action. I find it hard to do. I make myself do it sometimes. I find myself sitting and thinking about things that don't matter to anyone else but they mean the world to me. Not being trusted hurts. Not with something like your life savings, But simple every day life. I feel like I'm being cut away a bit at a time. It's hard and it hurts, Being used to having people come to you with their problems and then having them tell people "Just don't tell her".
I've always been the ear to listen or shoulder to cry on. Never asked for one in return. The only ear or shoulder I've ever had was Loser. He listens to me rant and rave. He gives me tissue when I cry, He holds me when I just can't take it anymore. But who do I go to when I need to talk about him? I find myself hiding things from him just to spare him. He's my husband not my therapist.
The sleepless nights hurt a lot. I always thought that having the size family that I have, Someone would always be there. So many of us have so many problems these days *I think*. I try and find my own way through it, But like Jen up there ^^^, I realized I can't. No one should have to cry themselves to sleep at least twice a week. No one should hide and wear that mask that makes everyone think you've got it together. I've gotten good at that. Too good I think.
I can't anymore. My body is telling me every day that I can't keep doing this. I have to find it in myself to be able to look at that monster and realize he has no power over me, But damnit. He's pretty powerful right now.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Doesn't count as a real post.....
Awash in a pit of despair and depression. Not feeling it at all. Back under the covers.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Black Death?
Not sure what all the symptoms are, But I'm just waiting on black boils to appear someplace unpleasant. Started feeling it 2 days before Christmas. Come Christmas morning, I was sent back to bed by 11am. Slept a while and made half of dinner. Didn't think I was that close to death but, Loser took over and finished it.
I like to think I almost have it licked but holy crap. If I could get rid of the headache and cough, I would be able to get a good nights sleep. But OH NO! The universe has other plans. It will allow sleep, But not a peaceful one. Oh Hell No. I shall be awakened every hour or so with wheezing coughs that have the promise of something diseased coming out of my body but alas, I am to keep this demon in my chest.
Nothing. Not a damn thing. Can't sleep. Can't find anything to help with it. So Screw it! I'll just sit here and suffer. Go through another few rolls of toilet paper by blowing my nose and peeing on myself a little when I cough.
Everyone else? Oh, Are they ok? I think Loser coughed about 3 times and blew his nose once. Twatwaffles are just fine. No, It's just me. Quarantined to my bedroom again. Kinda, They let me out to cook.
*I think I feel a boil*
What are the other symptoms? I need a checklist. I'm pretty sure I have it now. Yeah, Pretty sure. GREAT! Just what I needed. *can we find someone to lance this please?*
4:30 in the freakin morning and I can't go to sleep. What the hell kinda crap is this? I don't even have to energy to yell at people right now. What's that going to do to my reputation?
Ah, Whatevs. I'll be back when I'm better
I like to think I almost have it licked but holy crap. If I could get rid of the headache and cough, I would be able to get a good nights sleep. But OH NO! The universe has other plans. It will allow sleep, But not a peaceful one. Oh Hell No. I shall be awakened every hour or so with wheezing coughs that have the promise of something diseased coming out of my body but alas, I am to keep this demon in my chest.
Nothing. Not a damn thing. Can't sleep. Can't find anything to help with it. So Screw it! I'll just sit here and suffer. Go through another few rolls of toilet paper by blowing my nose and peeing on myself a little when I cough.
Everyone else? Oh, Are they ok? I think Loser coughed about 3 times and blew his nose once. Twatwaffles are just fine. No, It's just me. Quarantined to my bedroom again. Kinda, They let me out to cook.
*I think I feel a boil*
What are the other symptoms? I need a checklist. I'm pretty sure I have it now. Yeah, Pretty sure. GREAT! Just what I needed. *can we find someone to lance this please?*
4:30 in the freakin morning and I can't go to sleep. What the hell kinda crap is this? I don't even have to energy to yell at people right now. What's that going to do to my reputation?
Ah, Whatevs. I'll be back when I'm better
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tis the freakin season.
So, it's that time again. Doesn't matter how many times you tell yourself "I'll have all my shopping done in July next year", It never happens. Never. Don't try and convince me otherwise. You'll be called out on your "Full Of Shitness".
Here it is. 3 days before the 25th and what have I bought? Nothing. That's right. Not a damn thing. Why you ask? Because try as I might, I can never seem to get it done.
No baking yet either. None. Not the first damn cookie. Why? Procrastination is what I like to call it. Others may call it lack of funds. I like going with the procrastination thing though. Makes me sound less poor.
Cuz, ya know. Life and shit.
HOWEVER! Tomorrow, All will be well. I plan on spending the next 2 days shopping, baking and wrapping my little ol heart out. Am I insane? Quite possibly. Will I regret this decision? Most defiantly. I have called in reinforcements though. I have countless leeches to do my bidding and a sister that has offered help. That's not to say I won't be draped over a kitchen counter with an empty bottle of wine or two rolling around on the floor while I nap with my face full of flour and cinnamon.
Me and Loser rarely get each other gifts for Christmas. Not because we don't want to but hey, We have 3 kind hearted, well mannered and deserving little wretches that we can shower with gifts showing our affection and watching their little eyes brighten for a fraction of a second before they throw the present that we so lovingly picked out, purchased and wrapped for them to the side. Probably forgotten until August.
In a nut shell, All of our money goes to them. All part of being a parent amirite?
Christmas Dinner should be fun. We usually sit down and decide what we are having for that year. This year it's Italian. Yes, I get to stay awake all of Christmas Eve wrapping presents. Our youngest barging through my bedroom door at around 6am. Make breakfast. Chill for a while. MAYBE get a nap. Then I get to saute garlic and tomatoes and cream and all that crap. Because, That's what I live for yo.
So, What am I expecting this year? Not a damn thing. Except a headache and copious amounts of alcohol cuz, It's not Christmas until someone is drunk and dancing on the coffee table.
Here it is. 3 days before the 25th and what have I bought? Nothing. That's right. Not a damn thing. Why you ask? Because try as I might, I can never seem to get it done.
No baking yet either. None. Not the first damn cookie. Why? Procrastination is what I like to call it. Others may call it lack of funds. I like going with the procrastination thing though. Makes me sound less poor.
Cuz, ya know. Life and shit.
HOWEVER! Tomorrow, All will be well. I plan on spending the next 2 days shopping, baking and wrapping my little ol heart out. Am I insane? Quite possibly. Will I regret this decision? Most defiantly. I have called in reinforcements though. I have countless leeches to do my bidding and a sister that has offered help. That's not to say I won't be draped over a kitchen counter with an empty bottle of wine or two rolling around on the floor while I nap with my face full of flour and cinnamon.
Me and Loser rarely get each other gifts for Christmas. Not because we don't want to but hey, We have 3 kind hearted, well mannered and deserving little wretches that we can shower with gifts showing our affection and watching their little eyes brighten for a fraction of a second before they throw the present that we so lovingly picked out, purchased and wrapped for them to the side. Probably forgotten until August.
In a nut shell, All of our money goes to them. All part of being a parent amirite?
Christmas Dinner should be fun. We usually sit down and decide what we are having for that year. This year it's Italian. Yes, I get to stay awake all of Christmas Eve wrapping presents. Our youngest barging through my bedroom door at around 6am. Make breakfast. Chill for a while. MAYBE get a nap. Then I get to saute garlic and tomatoes and cream and all that crap. Because, That's what I live for yo.
So, What am I expecting this year? Not a damn thing. Except a headache and copious amounts of alcohol cuz, It's not Christmas until someone is drunk and dancing on the coffee table.
Monday, December 5, 2011
11 Fun filled, GLORIOUS days.
Well, That was fun. Loser went back to work this morning after 11 days of being on vacation. 11 days. A week and a half. Now I know some people would say "That's not that long and at least you got to spend some great quality time with him." And those people are somewhat normal and that sounds logical to them. We have a "different" household and family dynamic.
Wednesday, Nov 23rd. He comes home from work at around 5:30pm. "THE START OF MY VACATION!"
At 10pm I look at him in his chair and he is swinging his foot and tapping his fingers. Not even 6 hours in and he's getting twitchy. He polished 2 pairs of boots that night. He was still in his uniform! All of this while I'm preparing Thanksgiving Dinner for the next day.
The next morning approaches and I start cooking. Thanksgiving like any other. Just me, him and the twatwaffles this year. Everything came out fantastic. My turkey actually tasted like food and not a white piece of cardboard that you had to smother in gravy.
We ate kind of late that day because, well, I wanted to eat at a normal time and not just have dinner at 2pm. By 7pm, He's ASLEEP on the couch. Now, any other day this wouldn't bother me but this is freakin Thanksgiving and there is a tree to get up! Yeah, I did that by myself.
The day after around here is put aside for a trip to the zoo. We don't do shopping because, Well, I don't want to wrestle a 70 year old woman for a freakin doily to go on my coffee table. It's not worth it to me. Me, Loser and the twatwaffles take off. We have a membership for the zoo so it's much easier through the year. A fairly uneventful vacation so far right? Just hang on to your seats, It gets better.
The next day, We went fishing. I love fishing. However, It was a bit warm that day and there were so many mosquitos that I think I caught west nile before I even cast my line. There I am, Sitting in my chair. Catching fish and woops. Gotta tinkle. In the woods. My ass caught bird flu. Made a little fire so the smoke would keep the skeeters away, ate turkey sammiches and drank a cooler full of tea. It was a fantastic day.
Sunday passed with nothing really happening. Fried chicken it is. Monday it rained and brought a cold front along so it was an inside day. Tuesday! Cold temps and more fishing! No bugs! Small fire to keep us warm and.....MAKE COFFEE IN THE WOODS! "How did you do that?" You ask? WELLLLL I'll tell you. Not having a percolater made things a little tricky but, We're resourceful and shit. First, Get a quart mason jar with the ring,Coffee filter and coffee. Like this
Then you boil your water all crafty like, Like this.
Now, Pour your water over the coffee and Bob's your uncle, COFFEE!!!! Great day of fishing in cold temps, Staying by the fire and chilling wif ma peeps.
Wednesday, we were going to go fishing again, However, Home improvements began. It became one of those In with a whisper type things. Went shopping for a few things. And spent the rest of the day talking about what we were going to do. Cleaning out the laundry room because the floor needed to be replaced and discussing paint colors for the dining room.
Thursday, Still a whisper. The boy twatwaffle was going to spend a few days with a friend so I load them all up, Take them with me, Drop him off and do the grocery shopping. Then I got home. Oh how have I angered the Gods?
I don't even get out of the truck good and Loser comes out "What's for supper?" Seeing as we were going to be busy, I was just going to throw some pizzas in the oven. He says "You may want to think of something else." WHY! "Why would I have to do that? What have you done?"
I get inside and see.......
What have I done to deserve a broken kitchen? But that's not all folks....For the simple act of going out and procuring food stuffs for your family, You also get
Laundry room? What laundry room? Now don't scoff, You still have to take a shower tonight right? And be able to use your bathroom for everyday, bathroom things? Just hold onto your seats because there's more!
Yeah, He's got to go back to work! Not only that, But while breaking up the floor in the laundry room, Guess what he hit? Need a hint? It's big, black and has lots of water running through it. Scratch that, ALL the water running through it. Yes that's right! Give yourself a plastic pony! The main water pipe! About 24 hours of no water,No stove, No washer, No dryer. The fridge was plugged up in the dining room however. Wanna beer? It's right by the napkin rings. Now, My cousin and her husband live around the corner. So her husband comes to help. They did get the floor done in the kitchen WHICH was also pulled up.
It's Friday now. We spent all day shopping for supplies and running all over town. Plywood, pipes, linoleum, all that stuff. We get home and there are people in my house. The cousins husband had come to do some more work. Which included knocking the wall down. The oldest had a date so I dropped them off and came back with the middle ones and sit there and listen to Loser fix stuff. Our date was cancelled. He's been on vacation for over a week and we still haven't done anything with just the 2 of us.
Saturday, A little running around. Not as much going on. And date night is tonight. We get there and I ordered a cosmo. Then another, Then another. 6 later and it's time to stop and pick up a few things we still need. Like wire brushes. Because, Earlier that day I had been reading my blogs and stumbled across this. YAY. However, There are a few things I needed. So I text Loser.
Me: I need lightweight spackle and a wire brush.
Him: What kind of wire brush?
Me: One like for the grill. But the lightweight is important. Make sure it's lightweight!
Him: Okie Dokie.
He gets home, Hands me the spackle and says "Do I even want to know?" No sugar, You don't. Then he says, "I have a brush." But I wanted a new one. Need a new one for a new project. Also had the kids out looking for pretty pine cones all day. My tree shall be FABULOUS!!!!
Sunday and his last day on vacation. I still can't drink vodka. I wake to the sound of a hammer, saw and cussing. With a headache. I hate headaches. But the day gets better. He's smoking ribs. *drool* My niece brought her baby out. It's becoming a Sunday thing which is fantastic. Sat and chilled and just spent some quiet time.
I woke this morning to silence. The kids were quiet, The animals were quiet. I lay there and think, "Finally, The early morning fuckery is gone." At least during work hours. However, I still have no bathroom, My kitchen still has bare plywood floors and my dining room isn't painted. Baby steps I guess.
And this is my cat. His name is Woosa.
Wednesday, Nov 23rd. He comes home from work at around 5:30pm. "THE START OF MY VACATION!"
At 10pm I look at him in his chair and he is swinging his foot and tapping his fingers. Not even 6 hours in and he's getting twitchy. He polished 2 pairs of boots that night. He was still in his uniform! All of this while I'm preparing Thanksgiving Dinner for the next day.
The next morning approaches and I start cooking. Thanksgiving like any other. Just me, him and the twatwaffles this year. Everything came out fantastic. My turkey actually tasted like food and not a white piece of cardboard that you had to smother in gravy.
We ate kind of late that day because, well, I wanted to eat at a normal time and not just have dinner at 2pm. By 7pm, He's ASLEEP on the couch. Now, any other day this wouldn't bother me but this is freakin Thanksgiving and there is a tree to get up! Yeah, I did that by myself.
The day after around here is put aside for a trip to the zoo. We don't do shopping because, Well, I don't want to wrestle a 70 year old woman for a freakin doily to go on my coffee table. It's not worth it to me. Me, Loser and the twatwaffles take off. We have a membership for the zoo so it's much easier through the year. A fairly uneventful vacation so far right? Just hang on to your seats, It gets better.
The next day, We went fishing. I love fishing. However, It was a bit warm that day and there were so many mosquitos that I think I caught west nile before I even cast my line. There I am, Sitting in my chair. Catching fish and woops. Gotta tinkle. In the woods. My ass caught bird flu. Made a little fire so the smoke would keep the skeeters away, ate turkey sammiches and drank a cooler full of tea. It was a fantastic day.
Sunday passed with nothing really happening. Fried chicken it is. Monday it rained and brought a cold front along so it was an inside day. Tuesday! Cold temps and more fishing! No bugs! Small fire to keep us warm and.....MAKE COFFEE IN THE WOODS! "How did you do that?" You ask? WELLLLL I'll tell you. Not having a percolater made things a little tricky but, We're resourceful and shit. First, Get a quart mason jar with the ring,Coffee filter and coffee. Like this
Then you boil your water all crafty like, Like this.
Now, Pour your water over the coffee and Bob's your uncle, COFFEE!!!! Great day of fishing in cold temps, Staying by the fire and chilling wif ma peeps.
Wednesday, we were going to go fishing again, However, Home improvements began. It became one of those In with a whisper type things. Went shopping for a few things. And spent the rest of the day talking about what we were going to do. Cleaning out the laundry room because the floor needed to be replaced and discussing paint colors for the dining room.
Thursday, Still a whisper. The boy twatwaffle was going to spend a few days with a friend so I load them all up, Take them with me, Drop him off and do the grocery shopping. Then I got home. Oh how have I angered the Gods?
I don't even get out of the truck good and Loser comes out "What's for supper?" Seeing as we were going to be busy, I was just going to throw some pizzas in the oven. He says "You may want to think of something else." WHY! "Why would I have to do that? What have you done?"
I get inside and see.......
What have I done to deserve a broken kitchen? But that's not all folks....For the simple act of going out and procuring food stuffs for your family, You also get
Laundry room? What laundry room? Now don't scoff, You still have to take a shower tonight right? And be able to use your bathroom for everyday, bathroom things? Just hold onto your seats because there's more!
Yeah, He's got to go back to work! Not only that, But while breaking up the floor in the laundry room, Guess what he hit? Need a hint? It's big, black and has lots of water running through it. Scratch that, ALL the water running through it. Yes that's right! Give yourself a plastic pony! The main water pipe! About 24 hours of no water,No stove, No washer, No dryer. The fridge was plugged up in the dining room however. Wanna beer? It's right by the napkin rings. Now, My cousin and her husband live around the corner. So her husband comes to help. They did get the floor done in the kitchen WHICH was also pulled up.
It's Friday now. We spent all day shopping for supplies and running all over town. Plywood, pipes, linoleum, all that stuff. We get home and there are people in my house. The cousins husband had come to do some more work. Which included knocking the wall down. The oldest had a date so I dropped them off and came back with the middle ones and sit there and listen to Loser fix stuff. Our date was cancelled. He's been on vacation for over a week and we still haven't done anything with just the 2 of us.
Saturday, A little running around. Not as much going on. And date night is tonight. We get there and I ordered a cosmo. Then another, Then another. 6 later and it's time to stop and pick up a few things we still need. Like wire brushes. Because, Earlier that day I had been reading my blogs and stumbled across this. YAY. However, There are a few things I needed. So I text Loser.
Me: I need lightweight spackle and a wire brush.
Him: What kind of wire brush?
Me: One like for the grill. But the lightweight is important. Make sure it's lightweight!
Him: Okie Dokie.
He gets home, Hands me the spackle and says "Do I even want to know?" No sugar, You don't. Then he says, "I have a brush." But I wanted a new one. Need a new one for a new project. Also had the kids out looking for pretty pine cones all day. My tree shall be FABULOUS!!!!
Sunday and his last day on vacation. I still can't drink vodka. I wake to the sound of a hammer, saw and cussing. With a headache. I hate headaches. But the day gets better. He's smoking ribs. *drool* My niece brought her baby out. It's becoming a Sunday thing which is fantastic. Sat and chilled and just spent some quiet time.
I woke this morning to silence. The kids were quiet, The animals were quiet. I lay there and think, "Finally, The early morning fuckery is gone." At least during work hours. However, I still have no bathroom, My kitchen still has bare plywood floors and my dining room isn't painted. Baby steps I guess.
And this is my cat. His name is Woosa.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Because he "gets" me. I think. I could be wrong.
Me and Loser have been together for 16 years. Married for 15 of those. How does he do it? Is it my charming wit? (aka sarcasm and unboundless amounts of smartass). Is it my fabulous figure? (carrying and giving birth to 3 of HIS babies, All weighing over 8 pounds). Is it my cooking? Ok it might be that.
I like to keep it alive with my stunning repoirte and conversational skills. For example.
Me : I feel sorry for birds, They have no arms.
Him: ......
Seriously. It's fantastic.
I also like to buy him gifts. Just little trinkets that let him know I was thinking of him and how much I love him.
Example #1
Isn't she fabulous!
Example #2
I love surprising him with objects of my devotion.
Example #3
Rest in pieces....Geddit? Kind of like "Till death do us part"
And can you imagine his excitement when he got a text from me saying "I got you something today!"
LOVE IT!!!!! And yes there is a toe missing! It's wonderful. I know he just loves them.
Then there was the time I went shopping and he playfully mentioned "Even you can't spend $400." Come on. Really? Challenge accepted. Apparently he wasn't aware he had issued such a challenge. Then the texting commenced.
Me : No more shopping!
Him: Burnt out?
Me : Yes, You should never have issued that challenge.
Him: What challenge?
Me : Even you can't spend $400.
Him: What?!
Me : Yeah
Him: Wait, You didn't did you?
See how I keep the fire smoldering?
He does things for me too. He knows how much I love Dr Pepper. I love it, Gotta have it, Would put a keg in the fridge if I could. Wait. *makes notes* Things he knows I enjoy, He brings me. Poor guy sent me flowers a couple weeks ago. They arrived. Lilies to be exact (see what I mean about stuff he knows I like?) I took them from the nice man, Got them inside and thought "Oh no, No no no. Shit, damn, hell! There is no way I'm telling this mentally unstable and large husband of mine about this." The flowers arrived in a box. Inside the box was an empty vase. Inside that vase was a bunch of lilies wrapped in plastic. A note was with these "Flowers" Add water to vase and arrange flowers. After I put these flowers in the vase. Which by the way, The vase was too small for the "Arangement" 1 flower was broken, the greenery had brown spots on it, and they had been sitting on a truck for at least 8 hours in the Florida heat. Needless to say, They were kinda wilty.
I looked at the oldest Twatwaffle and was trying to talk her into calling Loser. She wouldn't. I told her "I really do not want to call your father." Needless to say, I did call. And boy was he pissed! Something he had tried doing to cheer me up (I had been in a bad funk for about a week and a half) had totally went down the shitter.
However, After emailing the company, He recieved an online coupon and the chocolate covered strawberries that I got the next week TOTALLY made up for it.
I believe he caught me in a Gollumesque stance over the sink scarfing down the fantastically sweet and huge berries that were lovingly dipped in dark chocolate. (My precious) I did share 1 with him I think. Cuz, I share and shit.
So, It's Sunday, I think I need to get that plastic wrap over the toilet before he gets up. If we have any plastic wrap. OH PLEASE let there be plastic wrap!
I like to keep it alive with my stunning repoirte and conversational skills. For example.
Me : I feel sorry for birds, They have no arms.
Him: ......
Seriously. It's fantastic.
I also like to buy him gifts. Just little trinkets that let him know I was thinking of him and how much I love him.
Example #1
Example #2
Example #3
And can you imagine his excitement when he got a text from me saying "I got you something today!"
LOVE IT!!!!! And yes there is a toe missing! It's wonderful. I know he just loves them.
Then there was the time I went shopping and he playfully mentioned "Even you can't spend $400." Come on. Really? Challenge accepted. Apparently he wasn't aware he had issued such a challenge. Then the texting commenced.
Me : No more shopping!
Him: Burnt out?
Me : Yes, You should never have issued that challenge.
Him: What challenge?
Me : Even you can't spend $400.
Him: What?!
Me : Yeah
Him: Wait, You didn't did you?
See how I keep the fire smoldering?
He does things for me too. He knows how much I love Dr Pepper. I love it, Gotta have it, Would put a keg in the fridge if I could. Wait. *makes notes* Things he knows I enjoy, He brings me. Poor guy sent me flowers a couple weeks ago. They arrived. Lilies to be exact (see what I mean about stuff he knows I like?) I took them from the nice man, Got them inside and thought "Oh no, No no no. Shit, damn, hell! There is no way I'm telling this mentally unstable and large husband of mine about this." The flowers arrived in a box. Inside the box was an empty vase. Inside that vase was a bunch of lilies wrapped in plastic. A note was with these "Flowers" Add water to vase and arrange flowers. After I put these flowers in the vase. Which by the way, The vase was too small for the "Arangement" 1 flower was broken, the greenery had brown spots on it, and they had been sitting on a truck for at least 8 hours in the Florida heat. Needless to say, They were kinda wilty.
I looked at the oldest Twatwaffle and was trying to talk her into calling Loser. She wouldn't. I told her "I really do not want to call your father." Needless to say, I did call. And boy was he pissed! Something he had tried doing to cheer me up (I had been in a bad funk for about a week and a half) had totally went down the shitter.
However, After emailing the company, He recieved an online coupon and the chocolate covered strawberries that I got the next week TOTALLY made up for it.
I believe he caught me in a Gollumesque stance over the sink scarfing down the fantastically sweet and huge berries that were lovingly dipped in dark chocolate. (My precious) I did share 1 with him I think. Cuz, I share and shit.
So, It's Sunday, I think I need to get that plastic wrap over the toilet before he gets up. If we have any plastic wrap. OH PLEASE let there be plastic wrap!
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