Category: The Husband

tendonitis. and thai cooking. and getting toasted.

(tendonitis. fuck. i wish it had been a sprain or a break..that would be easy to fix. the good news is that Dr. Jack (who also bought me a sweet new tripod for the husband’s birthday this week. mmm. kisses!) gave me a buttload of drugs…mmm…drugs. and hopefully they will…

roads. where we’re going we won’t need roads.

So, the husband and i went to see ‘Knocked Up’. a date. a conventional dinner and a movie date. When you get married…there are things that you stop doing. (there are also things that you start doing…like peeing with the door open…but that’s a post for another day) dating is…

a true confession and a contest

my husband makes fun of many things that i do. the way i throw my entire head back to swallow one little pill. the way i leave every light in the house on, all the time. the way i lay down in bed at 8:00pm at night and can fall…