Okay, so I guess there were a few things I could've talked about in the last week:
Like how Momma and I drove to Cincinnati on Saturday and spent a few hours with dear, sweet Maggie, lounging in her pool and eating a yummy meal she managed to sneak and pay for before we knew what was going on. THAT won't happen again - the her paying for it part.
And then I almost got murdered by the super freak storm that popped up suddenly when I was on my way home Saturday. I literally had to stop my car in the middle of the road and just hope beyond hope that no one plowed into me - the water was coming down in a sheet and I couldn't see anything beyond my wipers. Nothing. When the worst was over and I could move again - at 5 mph, with my flashers on - there were three trees lying across both lanes on my side of the street. Thank goodness none of them landed on my car - that would've sucked.
Or I could've told you about how I sorta started a fight with Jimi because I got all worked up over the fact that we're not married and there are no wedding bells on the horizon. Here's what it came down to, though: I could put my foot down and insist on matrimony, and he'd do it. But I don't want him to marry me because I made him; I want him to marry me because he wants me to be his wife. I already know he wants to spend forever with me - I just can't make him see why the married part matters. I could threaten to leave, but if I did that, I'd be playing a game - I'm not willing to leave. When it comes right down to it, we're together and we're happy, and for now, that's just going to have to be enough. (But I've got a "If we ever got married..." category on Pinterest. Just in case.)
Finn escaped from the back yard yesterday - that was something exciting I could've written about. One of the boards in our fence came down, apparently, allowing Finn to squeeze through into the neighbor's yard, which has lots of escape hatches to the outside world. I'm sure he greatly enjoyed terrorizing the neighborhood squirrels for a bit - but then he spotted some neighbors and darted over to them. When I came tearing ass around the corner, leash in one hand, other hand holding up my jeans that were threatening to fall to my knees, my pup was sitting there between his two new friends, tail wagging, tongue hanging out, as if to say, "Hi Mom! I met some new people!" The neighbor has his finger hooked through Finn's collar - "He just ran right up to us," he said. I was so glad he wasn't squished in the middle of the road.
Jimi shaved off all of his face hairs; in five years, I've never seen his face naked. It's sorta like making out with and waking up next to a stranger.
Oh, and I'm at that point where I'm feeling myself up constantly - are my boobs sore, or am I squeezing them too hard? I almost write a "I think I might be pregnant" post every month, but I stop myself because I don't want to be that girl. I guess I just am, though. I am that girl. The crazy - I has it, and it is strong.
The dress I ordered too small? It came in, and my Momma picked it up for me yesterday. I don't even want to go get it or try it on for fear (knowing) that it won't fit. Fuck. Why do I do dumb things? Why does food have to taste so good?
Is it Friday yet?
Oh, and can I just say how good it makes me feel that you guys even noticed I wasn't around for a few days? I mean, if you didn't that's okay, but if you did, you rock my socks. This blogging community thing is really something special.