Sorry I didn't write yesterday--I was cleaning my gutters. I KNOW! I was totally getting the older, handsome woman who can do it all vibe from myself. But in fact I COULDN'T do it all myself, because there are some spots where one would have to climb the roof to get to the gutter, and I was nervous enough about being up on a ladder and no one on earth knowing I was up there.
Ned was watching sporting events, and when he found out he was irritated with me. "What if you had fallen off and turned out to be dead?" he groused, annoyed because then he'd have to go back on OK Cupid, no doubt. But look. I did it, I lived, and it was kind of fun, to tell you the truth. There was even a little evergreen tree starting to grow right there on the gutter! I'm tempted to plant it somewhere and see if it grows. A Tree Grows in Greensboro. Somehow that's not as dramatic.
The dogs were delighted that I was working outside yesterday, because they spend much of their time being torn between wanting to be .009 inches from me and wanting to be outside barking at dogs who have the nerve to be in the other yards. This way they got to do both. I just painted that fence last summer. Maybe it was two summers ago. Still. Dang.
I dearly appreciate everyone's cheap-yet-sugarless grocery suggestions! I was so busy in the yard yesterday that I never got to the store, so I've had a lot of eggs and broccoli this weekend. Last night Ned and I went to our favorite lesbian taco restaurant where not one but TWO young hot couples were on hot lesbian dates, and I really can't figure out why Ned always wants to go there. The point is, I got the hamburger and took the bun off, and got a side salad and basically am barrel of laughs right now. I have book club today and have to bring a salad, so I'll go to the store then, and I have a little list of your ideas to take. Yay!
I had another migraine last night, though, so I don't know if this lack of sugar is making any difference at all. I do FEEL pretty good, though. I was going to say I feel stable, but I just cried at Ned's yesterday so even writing that makes me laugh.
Ned has a frowny face on the 23rd of every month, because whenever it's my...woman time, the time my Japanese flag is waving (copyright Faithful Reader Lety, who emailed me special to teach me that one), I end up crying in front of him. Once I cried because I decided I was a failure. Everything was going along swimmingly, and we were having dinner, and boom. I start crying at a restaurant. "I'M A FAILURE AT LIFE!" I wailed. And I kind of am. But I usually don't cry about it.
So yesterday Ned came in from making coffee and I was in a weepy heap on the couch. You know who's fun? Anyway, later that day I realized Scarlett had come to Tara and I had to let Ned know he needs to just put a frowny face and a question mark on each day of the month now. The first person to tell me to get my hormones checked gets a weepy dial from me at 3 a.m. I don't know why I say that, since I HAVEN'T had my hormones checked. But doesn't every woman get insane at this time?
Anyway. That about sums up the weekend thus far. Eggs, broccoli, gutters, tears. And here are the trees outside Ned's apartment. I remember going to his place for the first time last year, and him showing me how pretty the trees are when they bloom, and the whole time thinking, "That's great. We gonna make out soon?" I thought that through the dinner he made me, and the part where we had some kind of phony conversation and listened to music and pretended to be regular people. "We making out soon? When's he gonna make his move? Because if we don't make out soon, Ima die."
Maybe it's my hormones.
Maybe it's Maybelline.
Anyway, have a good Irish-y day today. Maybe in honor of the Irish, I'll drink a lot and cry. Ned will be stunned.