Sunday, September 24, 2006

The Sun is Shining

And that's all the good news I have to report.

No, wait. Today is That Stud Muffin I Married's and my wedding anniversary. This makes 18 years of near bliss, except for that part where I had post-partum depression, and the time I was so constipated I was literally rolling around on the floor in agony, and the time I found out that I was carrying a perfectly healthy baby except it was a boy, so I dissolved into tears right there on the sidewalk outside the amniocentesis place and had to be led to the car, and pretty much any time I'm on a diet or haven't had enough caffeine, or like right now, have Nomia, which, if you haven't been reading this blog for a long time, is how my daughter pronounces pneumonia.

She had Nomia last week, and this week my son and I have joined her in coughing and coughing and coughing. And not a dry cough, either. But that's all you'll hear from mucus-ridden me. Because this blog is not about creepy stuff like mucus or constipation or mental illness. No matter how well that works for dooce.

No, today is my wedding anniversary, and I got two presents, yay!
Isn't my husband smart? When his wife gets all geeky over the Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey/Maturin novels, his reaction is exactly the right one: feed the monster so that it may grow and take over even more of her life.

And my presents to my spouse? Are the white tie accessories I went out and bought for him. I mean, he's paying for them, but my present is that I took the trouble to go out and find them. (Please click on that link and read my report on shopping for men's formal wear, no matter how uninteresting you find it, because it took a really long time to pull together, and I'm sick, and have I mentioned it's my anniverary? Call it an anniversary present.)

I got pancakes in bed this morning. And presents! And my two new books are so perfect, I can't even begin to describe my bliss.

I'll also be getting a new laptop soon. Typing in blog entries on this one, which has a big-ass crack (um ... not a big ass crack, no matter what you Googlers think) in the screen is getting ridiculously difficult. I'm thinking a new laptop with a 17 inch screen would be nice. To keep the cost down, which I really should do, since this will be my fourth laptop because I KEEP DROPPING THEM, I'll get a big heavy one that I won't want to carry anywhere. But that means another present for me, yay!

And it's not hailing, and tornados aren't about to decimate the neighborhood, unlike Friday night. It's not even raining! Which it's done five out of the past seven days.

Now if this place could just stop sounding like a tuberculosis ward, with everyone coughing their lungs out (cough cough cough SPLAT. Whoops, there goes another one) everything would be groovy.

9 comments:

  1. Where to begin?

    Happy Anniversary!!!

    Get Well Soon!!!

    How's Poppette?

    When will the rest of the family get Nomia?

    I really need to check out your shopping blog more often. Do you have a pic of the Stud Muffin in top hat 'n' tails? Or should I check North Shore Magazine?

    Did that twister get to Winnetka?

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  3. Yes, I'm off to read the white tie accessory expedition right now.

    Or at least, as soon as I can clean the rest of the phlegm off this comment box. No, no, don't you get up, I'm happy to do it...

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  4. Nomia sux.

    Happy Anniversary! The 18th is menthol, right?

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  5. Happy Happy, Poppy and Stud M!

    You aren't coughing so hard you can't read, are you?

    'Cause that would suck.

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  6. Gosh I'm sorry you are sick!

    But happy day to you and the Stud Muffin!

    (so, presently, you are only reading books with ships on the covers, right?)

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  7. Hi Sarah, yes, we had hail--two varieties--isn't Mother Nature generous? And a chunk of a big tree (that I hate) fell down inches from my minivan. Inches! Well, about 24 inches. But that many inches from the back deck, too, so we were lucky. The tree took a beating, but nothing else did.

    Popette is better, but still barking, and my son and I have joined her. Now it really does sound like the dogs barking jingle bells around here.

    That Stud Muffin I Married is still fine, though. Since he strutted around wearing white tie, I swear he thinks he shits vanilla ice cream. So of course he doesn't get sick, either.

    Yes, that's right, Blackbird. If you hear sounds that resemble someone retching, it's not nomia or bulimia; it's seasickness. And make sure the tabs get it right! I don't want to have to deal with all the rumors, OK?

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  8. Happy 18th Anniversary! Sorry to hear you're sick. Why do illnesses have to come around major holidays and celebrations? There should be a law against that.

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  9. Hey, happy 18th Anniversary! Today is OUR 18 anniversary, so we got married the day after you did, way back in 1988. It must have been a lucky week.

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xxx, Poppy.