Been busy, busy, busy lately, but not in only bad ways, which is so refreshing. We went to Savannah for a glorious wedding thrown by a family with big bucks, and it sort of blew my mind in the best possible way. I want more of Savannah ASAP, with a fat side order of Tybee Island, which turned out to be only another 20 minutes away, so we popped in to say hi to the ocean. I'm an idiot for not realizing until now that there was a beach just 3.5 hours from our house this whole time.
I'm wearing a necklace today that makes a lot of JINGLE JANGLE JINGLE! noises, and I can't decide if I like it, or am annoyed by it.
I wrote a Post-It note for myself a few days ago that says only: AIR MATTRESS. I have no idea now what that's about. My short term memory is getting scarily weak these days, which I blame on hormones, because I blame everything on hormones. I also am struggling more and more for the right word when I'm speaking to someone, often creating long silences while the gerbil in my brain takes a nap instead of spinning the little wheel, but even worse than that is my recent glitch of plugging in a similar, but completely wrong word instead. Examples: Nose instead of News. Celebration instead of Cemetery. Calculator instead of Caterpillar. You can see how this might be confusing to the people who have to listen to me, yes?
Work continues to suck complete ass, and now there is a sudden possibility that we may be moving, which will put me in a special circle of Hell that I have visited twice before - scouting properties, making appointments for the owners to view the ones which meet our requirements, listening to them bitch, moan, complain and pick apart every choice, only to decide to just stay put after all. This process usually takes 3 weeks in real time, and about 3 years off of my total expected life span.
Our dog broke her toe about 3 months ago and it healed all wonky, and now sticks out. She is no longer in pain, but is obviously bothered by her crazy gimp toe because she licks it INCESSENTLY and leaves nasty, wet saliva spots on the sheet in the bed. Dogs are gross, man.
I quit the gym. Yes, ALREADY. I had to face the fact that I am just not the right sort of person for all that working out stuff. The woman who owns the place wanted to "motivate" me into staying, which only made me back away faster. Wave some good fried chicken under my nose and I might consider staying, but if all you have is bottled water and things that make me cramp up and sweat...well, that's going to be a mighty tough sell.
I have a gajillion and two pictures to add from the past couple of months, but have grown incredibly lazy because it was so easy to load them on Facebook, and it's not as easy to do that here, so maybe I will add them later. Or not. I have a much lower tolerance for hard things than I used to. And by hard, I mean things that require more effort than a single click.
Going to another wedding in May, this one in Charleston, SC. It will be on the opposite side of the spectrum when it comes to the wedding and ceremony than the Savannah one was, but we are going to spend an extra day in town to see some of the sights and just hope that if a major fistfight breaks out that we will be well out of the fray and not in danger of having our throats slashed with a broken beer bottle.
It's hot, and the A/C in my car is still broken for the third summer in a row, and it's truly amazing how the instant I am in an air conditioned environment again, I forget about the sweltering pit of despair my car is, until the next time I have to go somewhere, and then I'm all "FUCK, IT IS HOT!!!!!!!!!!!"
Charles' mother bought a brand new convertible BMW last month because her 2006 BMW had a ding in the windshield. When she came over for Easter, she was polite enough to pretend for 5 minutes that there were other things in the world that mattered besides her new car, but after those 5 minutes were up, it was one long car commercial. She stuffed dessert in our faces while we were still eating dinner so we could hurry up and go outside to take more pictures of her in the car. Because we had only taken about 20 so far, and that wasn't nearly enough. During her polite moments she talked about things like how good her new boyfriend is at "going south". Luckily, the 85 year old woman sitting to my left had no idea what my MiL was talking about, so she just smiled and said, "Oh! Uh huh, how nice!", because she probably thought we were talking about vacationing in Florida.
One of my bosses just called in for messages and when we were signing off he said, "Love you!". He does this all the time. He does not love me, he just can't seem to deprogram himself from doing that when he is talking to a female other than his wife, so I have to assume he is also telling all of his female clients that he loves them, too.