First off, let me say how much I do so appreciate all of the sweet comments you've been leaving me. God, by now I can't imagine why all of you don't just say, "Oh, fuck her. She is so crazy. I am so done with that crazy old woman."
I mean- I get to the point where I'm done with myself.
Or at least as far as I can be done with myself.
I'm feeling some better today. I've just eaten a bowl of oatmeal with raisins. You know what I've recently decided? That I like the regular rolled oats better than the steel-cut ones. I know that's wrong but fuck it. I like what I like. I heard Martha Stewart on NPR the other day admit that she loves Velveeta cheese. That she has never bought any but if she's at someone's house and they have it, she always gets some and loves it.
This made me want to kiss her. I, too, love Velveeta Cheese. Sometimes the crap is not only just fine, it is fantastic. Not that I'd ever SWOON over Velveeta but dammit, it has its place and so do rolled oats.
And in that vein, let me say that Bravo TV has its place as well. And last night MY place was on that couch with that dog, huddled up under an old comforter watching one episode of crap-TV after another. I watched some Real Housewives, some Top Chef. It was awesome.
My mother called me last night. She actually remembered her appointment for today and offered to take the Assisted Living bus instead of having me take her. I almost tearfully told her that I would appreciate that. It was actually a very sweet small moment. So. I only have to go get my teeth cleaned today. I so much resent the fact that we have these meat-bodies that need tending and taking care of.
And I talked to my husband whom I think is missing us, missing his home. He is loving being outdoors in such a beautiful place but I do believe that by Saturday, he'll be very happy to come back to Florida to his own bed, his grandchildren, his life, his wife.
I'll be glad too.
And I slept in the guest room on that Tempur-Pedic mattress and I covered up every tiny little LCD light in the room with diapers (that's where I change the boys, or now, only the boy, since Owen is out of diapers) and I slept lovely and my aches and my pains are not nearly as bad today. So, there is that. I did have some strange dreams but they were not torturous and they were, in fact, slightly amusing in some aspects so- free entertainment!
And this morning, our beloved Ms. Bastard sent me a link where I found this picture
and you know that makes me happy.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. All of you who make me feel as if I am not alone and that despite my insanity, you don't mind popping by for a bit of a chat, a hug, a piece of Velveeta.