it's the over-the-hill birthday y'all.
funny, cuz i don't feel a day over 20 and i don't look a day over 30. '-)
maybe i was asleep all that time and there was some alien life force living in my body and it just decided to leave last night, leaving me feeling young and carefree.
but that must have been wishful thinking cuz when i opened my eyes i had a "tween" daughter and a husband and i was living in a messy but beautiful apartment in a place not my hometown. hmmm...
why do the alien invasion thing, mr. or ms. alien, if you're gonna drop the person off with no warning?
any way, back to my real-time life.
i woke up shortly before dawn to see that my daughter and i had both fallen asleep in the living room, me on the couch and she on the floor. we both had blankets (cuz my hubby needs it cool so he can sleep well) but neither of us was covered.
it was all so surreal and dreamy but i know it really happened...
my hubby leaned over the couch, saying happy birthday and some other words, smiling as usual. then he disappeared. i must have dozed off cuz when i opened my eyes again, there was light at yon window.
i roused the critter and helped her to her bed. thinking i could kill two birds with one stone, i grabbed my current read and headed to the potty in my daughter's suite. i guess we both had a lil too much to drink last nite cuz she was right on my heels. so i ceded the throne and headed for the potty in my own suite.
i met my hubby along the way. he was sitting on the corner of the bed and looked like a rabbit gone tharn when i opened the bedroom door. then his familiar grin appeared and i guessed i'd caught him off guard.
i don't know why i didn't want to read on MY potty this morning... maybe cuz i knew hubby was getting ready for work and i didn't want to hog any of his bathroom time. i'm a social pooper so i don't care who marches thru when i'm on the throne. nothing stops me from going. my hubby is the opposite. his bowels work best in private. and even tho i'll bust in on him from time to time, i usually leave him be when he's in the loo, especially if he's headed for the job.
we had a bit of discussion about the baby (that's what he calls her) sleeping on the floor (as if the floor is concrete covered in spikes). not a row really, just a friendly accusation from him and a rebut from me. it all ended with a birthday hug, several gropes, a few tickles, and a promising leer as i escaped the bedroom. '-)
i heard the husband bumbling around in the kitchen as i snuggled in with the munchkin for a few minutes. it sounded like he was clanging pots and pans but i knew better. no one cooks anything in this house at that time of morning on a week day. eventually i heard him open and close the front door then lock it.
about 10 minutes later, i heard the front door being unlocked and opened. what the--? i called out but got no response. super momma that i am, i ran to assess the sitch-a-shun.
it was just hubby, trying to sneak back in to leave my birthday gifts. :-)
awwwwwwww, ain't he sweet y'all? yes he is. at least for another day or so.
that's a joke folks. despite our differences, i gotta admit that my hubby is pretty cool. and even tho i took an extended vacation from him last year so he could deal with some "family matters", things are okay now.
sometimes people (me) need a break from other people's drama (his family's). i think more marriages would last longer if folk took "me time" when necessary. '-) we also did couples therapy and that helped too.
now back to the birthday stuff.
i am happy to say that this birthday, hubby got me gifts that totally suit me. i have to thank the universe for showing him the way cuz i forgot to print and post the list i typed the other day. as soon as i finish loading and editing the pics, i'll put some up. these will be my first blog photos y'all so bear with me please. :o)
on another note, i woke up with a sour stomach. i was gonna drink some hot water with lemon but just so happened that i had a conversation with a good friend who convinced me otherwise. s/he said: take if from a former crackhead. a lil bit of baking soda in a small cup of warm water is all you need.
well hallelujah for reformed junkies y'all. it worked.
.
funny, cuz i don't feel a day over 20 and i don't look a day over 30. '-)
maybe i was asleep all that time and there was some alien life force living in my body and it just decided to leave last night, leaving me feeling young and carefree.
but that must have been wishful thinking cuz when i opened my eyes i had a "tween" daughter and a husband and i was living in a messy but beautiful apartment in a place not my hometown. hmmm...
why do the alien invasion thing, mr. or ms. alien, if you're gonna drop the person off with no warning?
any way, back to my real-time life.
i woke up shortly before dawn to see that my daughter and i had both fallen asleep in the living room, me on the couch and she on the floor. we both had blankets (cuz my hubby needs it cool so he can sleep well) but neither of us was covered.
it was all so surreal and dreamy but i know it really happened...
my hubby leaned over the couch, saying happy birthday and some other words, smiling as usual. then he disappeared. i must have dozed off cuz when i opened my eyes again, there was light at yon window.
i roused the critter and helped her to her bed. thinking i could kill two birds with one stone, i grabbed my current read and headed to the potty in my daughter's suite. i guess we both had a lil too much to drink last nite cuz she was right on my heels. so i ceded the throne and headed for the potty in my own suite.
i met my hubby along the way. he was sitting on the corner of the bed and looked like a rabbit gone tharn when i opened the bedroom door. then his familiar grin appeared and i guessed i'd caught him off guard.
i don't know why i didn't want to read on MY potty this morning... maybe cuz i knew hubby was getting ready for work and i didn't want to hog any of his bathroom time. i'm a social pooper so i don't care who marches thru when i'm on the throne. nothing stops me from going. my hubby is the opposite. his bowels work best in private. and even tho i'll bust in on him from time to time, i usually leave him be when he's in the loo, especially if he's headed for the job.
we had a bit of discussion about the baby (that's what he calls her) sleeping on the floor (as if the floor is concrete covered in spikes). not a row really, just a friendly accusation from him and a rebut from me. it all ended with a birthday hug, several gropes, a few tickles, and a promising leer as i escaped the bedroom. '-)
i heard the husband bumbling around in the kitchen as i snuggled in with the munchkin for a few minutes. it sounded like he was clanging pots and pans but i knew better. no one cooks anything in this house at that time of morning on a week day. eventually i heard him open and close the front door then lock it.
about 10 minutes later, i heard the front door being unlocked and opened. what the--? i called out but got no response. super momma that i am, i ran to assess the sitch-a-shun.
it was just hubby, trying to sneak back in to leave my birthday gifts. :-)
awwwwwwww, ain't he sweet y'all? yes he is. at least for another day or so.
that's a joke folks. despite our differences, i gotta admit that my hubby is pretty cool. and even tho i took an extended vacation from him last year so he could deal with some "family matters", things are okay now.
sometimes people (me) need a break from other people's drama (his family's). i think more marriages would last longer if folk took "me time" when necessary. '-) we also did couples therapy and that helped too.
now back to the birthday stuff.
i am happy to say that this birthday, hubby got me gifts that totally suit me. i have to thank the universe for showing him the way cuz i forgot to print and post the list i typed the other day. as soon as i finish loading and editing the pics, i'll put some up. these will be my first blog photos y'all so bear with me please. :o)
on another note, i woke up with a sour stomach. i was gonna drink some hot water with lemon but just so happened that i had a conversation with a good friend who convinced me otherwise. s/he said: take if from a former crackhead. a lil bit of baking soda in a small cup of warm water is all you need.
well hallelujah for reformed junkies y'all. it worked.
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