Ross let me know this afternoon that he was starting to get a sore throat. He asked me to pick up soup, orange juice, and Zicam on the way home. He’s now lying on the couch with a very snuggly dog preparing to alternatively sleep and “pee out” the sickness. And it will totally work, as it always does. I honestly think I could bring home an exotic strand of smallpox and he would just drink some water, take a nap, and it will all be over in a matter of hours.
Cut to a week and a half ago with me having the same symptoms. Instead of resting, I decided to keep staying up late and stressing out about important things like how I will never keep our dogs from scratching up the new floors. Then I spent 3 days in bed with a 100+ fever.
You’d think I would have caught on by now.
Ross went to a Halo party on Friday with a bunch of boys. Video games + bunch of boys = the need for phenomenally gross food. Hence the need for bacon candy.
Here’s Ross, clutching the spoils of his fat/sugar escapade, readying himself to share the bounty with his Halo comrades.
Meanwhile, I was busy figuring out his final arrangements, as a heart attack is not too far away.
He just spent 2 hours at Costco by himself, buying the food for tomorrow’s Loaves & Fishes. He hates to go to the store even to buy food for the two of us, so the fact that he was getting us ready to feed 30-40 people was wonderful.
He and I haven’t really seen each other since Wednesday around 7:00 when he tossed a black bean pie into the oven before running off to a finance meeting for our church. He was home for about 10 minutes to eat and then was off again for Beerble. Thursday and Friday were a blur of work, sick, and previously scheduled obligations.
Now he’s off watching the game with friends - a well-deserved break.
I just miss him.
“I wish eyeballs had cameras, don’t you?”
When Ross and I got married we decided that if he cooked, I would clean.
Lately, I’ve still been cleaning but the cooking hasn’t so much been happening. To his credit, Ross has taken ownership of the situation and is doing his best to make amends.
And make amends he did…with the spectacular baked potato of spectacularness.
I would have taken a picture but I ate it too fast. The potato, not the picture. But I can tell you that it involved mayonaisse (otherwise known as the juice of the gods), butter (the other juice of the gods), sour cream (the other other juice of the gods), chives, and REAL bacon (as it said on the package).
Now, I’m wondering where the chocolate ice cream is.
I have a tendency to go insane. In fact, there is an entire category on this blog called “insanity.” There is also one called “sell crazy someplace else” but that one doesn’t get used as much because it implies a departure from said insanity, which, let’s be honest, doesn’t happen very often.
Luckily, my husband is very good at coaxing me out of these irrational furies. Not that he would ever call them irrational because the sure-fire way to make an irrational woman more irrational is to tell her she’s being irrational. I refer to these coaxing moments as “talking me down off the ledge.” I had one of those moments today. Actually it was several of those moments, all bunched together and spanning approximately three hours and could be identified as an existential crisis. It was not good.
The worst part is, it is during these ledge talkings that I have an irresistible urge to pick fights with him. I get really, really mean. You don’t even want to know.
But luckily, he doesn’t hold it against me. He just talks me through it until the fit is done and tells me he loves me when it’s all over.
“Never drink more beer than you have hands.”
-Ross
“Babe, I have so many exciting presents for you!”
“Really?!? Like what?”
“The new Mac OS and a sticker.”
“Oh. Right. Great.”
Ross is in Blacksburg this evening to watch the VT/Boston College game. Even though he’s always super busy, we very rarely have a day that we don’t see each other. I was feeling off today - really grumpy and mopey. Then I realized at about 3:00pm that it was all because I missed my hubs. It’s been like walking around without one of my arms today. I actually can’t wait for him to come barging in at 5:00am tomorrow and wake me up by leaving the bathroom light on.
Check out what my lovely hubs gave me for my birthday:
I know it’s not until tomorrow, but since we’ll be so busy hanging out (read: eating and drinking in extreme excess) tomorrow night, he gave me my present tonight. Not only is it from a FANCY store, it’s something I would have totally picked out myself. Love it!
And you know what else? There’s another one coming! He’s in talks with Nikole Sarvay (fawned over here) to get something made just for me, because I apparently said one time that if someone had jewelry custom-made for me, “I would die.”
Thanks, hubs! I love it.
