Well, I'm out of my coma. (No thanks to YOU guys.)
Seriously feeling like a stranger right now in my own land full of strangers. It's like MY comment box is morphing into YOUR chat room. Not that I mind, it's just that I see what you guys are doing--using me for my Code Red, my bean bag chairs, my pool table, then trying to brainwash me into rooting for the CARDINALS in the Superbowl.
BTW, I'm wearing my Steelers flannel P.J. pants right now and sticking my tongue out at you! (Take that.)
But anyway, I'm out of my coma.
And now I'm in love. (Praise be to Hamlet.)
I know! Who'da thought it could be so dangerous to read Shakespeare.
There's just nothing sexier than an uber complex guy (played by Mel Gibson) grappling with life's deepest, darkest questions as he loses his mind.
If he were a vampire, he'd be tamn near perfect.
He's just so real I want to kiss him.
How come all the real guys are . . . dead.
And what does it say about me that my life is one long string of super hopeless romances and one super happy marriage?
So anyway, it's good to be out of my coma and I think I'm adjusting to my IL's being gone, but I still don't feel like myself.
I'm engaging in uncharacteristic activities.
Like this morning . . . I went j.o.g.g.i.n.g. EW! And I drank water. And I did something I swore I would never ever do. I flossed my teeth.
Do you think something's wrong with me?
And I snuggled with my son who has strep throat.
If feels like just yesterday that when he asked me to snuggle with him I handed him $18 and said, "here snuggle with this."
And he did.
And it feels like just yesterday that I was making my kids go out and mow lawns and wash cars to earn their own money to do their own grocery shopping so they could make their own Root beer floats and Fritos for dinner.
But tonight I want to bring home the bacon and fried it up in a pan myself.
Plus I think I might be having Post Traumatic Stress from the ILs 42 day visit because last night when I watched The Office, I couldn't stop shaking my head and thinking,"Oh Gad" and "Oh Glory" and "This is just stupid!"
You know what I miss most about my MIL? Her sweet tooth. Every night I'd ask her if she wanted dessert and she would say "Yes, please. I'll take a tablespoon of ice cream and 4 chocolate covered raisins." How cute is that?
Gosh, I just wish I could poke her in the eye right now.
Well, gotsta go!
GO STEELERS, that is!
P.S. I'm on my way to a Freakin' Funny Friday Carnival at Sue's. You guys want to come along and tease the freaks? I'll buy you some cotton candy.