Archive for December 19th, 2006

Chicory has GREAT news! Klove didn’t even have a ginormous booger. It was a cyst. A huge infection-filled cyst. Such a relief. I was dreading going to check this morning, but so glad to hear the good news.

I’ve got a monster sore throat today. It’s been percolating for almost a week, and it’s finally decided that it’s going to be good and sore now, dangit, and I can suck on all the yummy Ricola sugar-free lozenges I want to, but they’re not going to help. I can eat all the fresh-cut pineapple I want to, but it’s not going to help, either. I can drink water and exercise and be as healthy as I feel like being, but I’m going to have a sore throat. So there. Nyah-nyah-nyah. I hate sore throats. Nasty little buggers.

Joe’s been grumpy lately. Very grumpy. Very, very, very, very grumpy. He was all sweet yesterday and bought a $19 jar of soup from Whole Foods for dinner. It was made by Mansion at Turtle Creek, and it was good, although I debate whether it was worth $19. I ate a bowl last night for dinner, with a bit of cut-up grilled chicken breast and some shredded fat-free cheese in it. And my throat was hurting and I was tired, so I went to bed and watched an episode of Buffy. Well, technically I watched about 3/4 of an episode of Buffy, because I fell asleep at some point. I woke up at 12:39 when the hall light went on and a sock landed on my face. Joe decided to throw a fit because our house was a wreck. Granted, our house is a wreck, but it’s been a wreck for a damn long time. And I’m not the sole, nor even the main, reason that it’s a wreck. I was highly pissed at being awakened at 12:39 by my husband’s temper tantrum. I shut the door and tried to go back to sleep, to no avail. I got up about 20 minutes later, by which time he was all nice and sweet again. But I was mad, so I told him how the cow ate the cabbage. That got him mad again, so we argued for half an hour. I then went back to bed, and lay there for an hour or so before I could fall asleep again. Since I didn’t sleep well the night before, that means that I’m really damn tired today and kind of grumpy.

I love my husband. He can be the greatest guy in the world, thoughtful, compassionate, understanding. But sometimes he just gets on every nerve in my body, and I want to just scream out of sheer frustration. 12:39 this morning was one of those times.

DISCLAIMER: My husband loves me. I can be the greatest wife in the world, thoughtful, compassionate, understanding. But sometimes I just get on every nerve in his body, and he just wants to scream out of sheer frustration. Apparently, leading up to 12:39 this morning was one of those times.

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