Remember when I said before that today was a good day?
I liiiied, lied, lied. Like a rug.
Valentine’s Day isn’t usually a hearts and flowers day for Gene and I, but usually it’s better than THIS. Called Gene at midday to see if he’d go for lunch…oh, no, problem calls at work and he’s having a bad day.
(appropos to nothing, did you know 242 isn’t a square #? Dammit…)
Get home, Gene’s watching TV. He has an upset stomach so no dinner out. We had to go to the airport to pick up another fucking rental car…I am so damned tired of going to the airport to get rental cars. So after we go home I go back out (and it’s raining, BTW) to pick up crappy take out that we eat in SEPARATE ROOMS… A little bit ago I was in my home office wasting time (on Sploofus.com, a fun new trivia site) when he asks me to come in and scratch his back, fetch him a Pepsi and take away his dinner plate.
Goddamit….it’s VALENTINES DAY. Would it FUCKING KILL YOU TO BUS YOUR OWN FUCKING PLATE? And, YOUR LEGS AREN’T BROKEN. YOU HAVE A COLD. Have you forgotten how I went to Target to Xmas shop for YOUR family the last time *I* had a cold?? Well, HAVE YOU?
Sorry, readers — I don’t think babies are ever coming, but now for a fun new reason. Oh, and I still have to pack for him. I can’t decide if I should wait for him to ask again or just fucking do it so he won’t spring it on me when I’m even more tired and he’s on another fucking problem call.
And to top it all off, 242 isn’t a freaking square #. (I wrote a quiz for Sploofus to earn more Sploofus points called “Is it a Square #?” and one of my YES’s should have been a NO, so now I’m totally embarassed and frankly my hormones are just a tad wonky anyway).