So HOW long has it been since I’ve written here? Sorry about that.
Here is what the last month has been like:
First, I was obsessed with a game called Cake Mania that I downloaded somewhere for free. I played it for hours a day. I had it bad. Then Gene was out of town so I didn’t want to write here because I was trying to catch up on back episodes of Gossip Girl (yes, I am that kind of loser). Then Gene came home – sick – and then we went on vacation and I didn’t write here (or at least much?) because my internet access was spotty. And then we came home from vacation and I was sick (oh, the injustice) and had to work all day and instead spent my free time taking Lunesta and going to bed at 9 PM and not cleaning my house. (I’m better now except the cough that will only go away if I can convince Dr. Hottie to call in some cough syrup w/ codeine for me – yes, I do love that pleasant narcotic sleepy thing from codeine, but I also know that the cough won’t leave until I do this).
So, now I’m not writing because what am I going to write about? Gwen – my boss – gave me some crap yesterday and while I certainly gave her the respect of listening, I was also shouting (inwardly) “Don’t TELL me how to do MY JOB. My hands have been all over this for 9 years and you. would. drown.”
(Sometimes, I miss Stefania, my old boss who didn’t give a crap).
(Happy Boss’s Day Gwen!)
Anyway, so Friday is The World’s Most Expensive Medical Day 2009. Dental cleaning, million dollar baby appointment and another specialist appointment immediately following.
Speaking of medicine, want to hear something funny? Gene’s employer is charging him an extra fee every pay period if he is going to cover me on his health insurance because my employer offers me coverage. I think they should call it the “We like it better when our employees are married to housewives” surcharge. Assholes. (Well, I say that now. I haven’t looked into enough of the open enrollment crap yet – if perhaps they would spot us one teeny tiny round of IVF, I think I would feel differently).
So, in conclusion, I’m not dead – yet -, I’m not broke – yet – but I am still here.