Earlier I caught a fleeting glimpse of what appeared to be Slumdog Millionaire while channel surfing. It’s not like I had time to confirm this….as soon as Adam realized he could no longer hear the absorbant and yellow and porous character on Nickelodeon he ran out of the bathroom outraged that I had the audacity to disrupt his programming. Spoiled much? Even if he’s not directly in front of the TV he still wants to hear his shows, even if he’s in another room altogether. Luckily we both agree on Ghost Adventures [I’ll save my post for that show and others like it for a different rainy day] and he loves all things ‘scary.’ He woke in the middle of the night and clicked on the television….only to shake me awake a few minutes later to inform me that ‘the ghost’ made the door slam shut. Needless to say we both got sucked into a Ghost Adventures marathon and slept in obscenely late today.
….but it’s the perfect day for relaxing. Yesterday proved to be very productive– more on that later– and we’ve certainly earned our down time. All day we’ve lounged in our pajamas doing absolutely nothing. Now he’s napping and I’m lunching….my appetite finally seems to have returned. We stocked up last night on peppers [my pregnancy craving], spinach salad fixings, blueberry Frosted Mini Wheats, peach mango salsa & chips, oatmeal, Greek yogurt, and spicy low sodium V8. Hey, at least I’m being healthy.
Overall yesterday went very well. Adam and I toured the apartment I want and the complex is so incredibly nice. I’m trying not to get my hopes up and remember that it’s imperative to have not only Plan B…but also Plans C-Z…yet I really want this. Come Monday I’ll be meeting with my program representative and bringing the apartments my documentation– and hopefully the security deposit.
I’ll be getting a laptop soon so I can resume my regular blogging style: 1949582855995 posts a day, ranging from trivial to profound, about all the thoughts on my mind. You have no idea how thrilled I am to speak extensively about Proposition 26 in Mississippi, Kim Kardashian’s 72 day marriage, Conrad Murray’s manslaughter verdict, missing children, veterans, internet dating, Jesus Christ….and the embarassing revelation that I will spend money I don’t have on a movie ticket for Breaking Dawn so I can witness firsthand the ‘honeymoon scene’ and how the resulting hybrid vampire/human pregnancy is handled. Laugh all you want. Maybe I’ll meet a fabulously wealthy vampire with a penchant for fast cars and classical music at the theater and he can become the next future ex-husband. 😉
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,