August 31, 2008
GOOD TIMES
I haven't been blogging because I have a friend in town this weekend. I also am unrelatedly kitten-sitting, which has been an interesting experience. Charlie desperately wants to wrestle this 4 lb kitten. And he even more desperately wants to eat her wet food.
For a laugh, read Palin Facts. My favorite was the Tom Brady one; my husband's was the Terminator one.
Posted by: Sarah at
04:21 AM
| Comments (1)
| Add Comment
Post contains 67 words, total size 1 kb.
1
Sarah Palin counted to infinity....twice.
Posted by: Pamela at August 31, 2008 09:51 PM (S5W++)
Hide Comments
| Add Comment
August 27, 2008
HOME
We're home, and we're tired.
Posted by: Sarah at
10:00 AM
| Comments (6)
| Add Comment
Post contains 7 words, total size 1 kb.
1
Glad you made it!!!!
The girls liked seeing Charlie's cute picture. They miss him already.
Thanks for making us a stop on your trip!!!
See you soon.
Posted by: Guard Wife at August 27, 2008 11:22 AM (F5iCn)
2
Glad to hear you got home safe. I have a client the other day whose dog was the same breed as Charlie. I had never met one before.
Wanna trade dogs? Huskies can produce their own roving which you can spin into yarn?
No? well ok then.
They are such nice dogs.
Posted by: Mare at August 27, 2008 12:10 PM (APbbU)
3
So...
...how many other times did you drive 120 miles in the wrong direction?
Posted by: Sis B at August 27, 2008 12:41 PM (PYnh/)
4
That picture is friggin' adorable.
Posted by: airforcewife at August 27, 2008 01:54 PM (mIbWn)
5
Wait...wait. 120 miles in the wrong direction? this we HAVE to hear.
Posted by: Mare at August 27, 2008 05:23 PM (APbbU)
6
Looks like Charlie was watching the Democratic Convention.
Now IÂ’m yawning now damn it.
Posted by: tim at August 28, 2008 08:46 AM (nno0f)
Hide Comments
| Add Comment
August 25, 2008
COMING UP
The time has come to head back home. Let's hope my windshield survives.
I can't believe I scheduled my three-day drive home for the nights of the DNC. Dumb.
Oh, but there's something fun to look forward to when I get back: my husband just got his new laptop in the mail, which has a *webcam*! I get to see his dimpled face for the first time in three months.
And then it's almost time for SpouseBUZZ Live: Hampton Roads!
Posted by: Sarah at
02:29 AM
| Comments (5)
| Add Comment
Post contains 84 words, total size 1 kb.
1
Looking forward to meeting you there!
Best wishes for safe travels...
Posted by: Susan at August 25, 2008 04:45 AM (4aKG6)
2
Has it been 3 months? Man... seems like forever but deployment does that to ya.
Hooray for the webcam love!
Posted by: T at August 25, 2008 05:28 AM (KV0YP)
3
Oh, its a shame - good ole Teddy Kennedy's speech would've made you cry! No really, you probably would have cried.
- trr
Posted by: Sarah's pinko commie friend at August 25, 2008 05:26 PM (xAF2d)
4
Drive safely!
Posted by: Lissa at August 26, 2008 05:42 AM (fHdl7)
5
Sweet! Congrats! In case you haven't heard ... Skype.com is the hotest and cheapest web chat. Guess want to help a mil-sister out
Posted by: Darla at August 26, 2008 04:26 PM (tIKcE)
Hide Comments
| Add Comment
August 23, 2008
EXPLAINING MY LACK OF SUCCESS
I hate meeting new people or catching up with old acquaintances. It's the worst aspect of coming home for a visit.
I, she states emphatically, am not enterprising. My shame is that I would've made a terrible pioneer and probably would've never crossed the Atlantic for the New World. I don't like adventure, and I'm not the least bit entrepreneurial.
I am a born follower.
When our future children start school, I will get a job. Not a career, a job. I have no interest in a career whatsoever. I fancy myself a sort of Renaissance Lady who likes learning new things for the sake of learning, but I am not ambitious. I went to grad school merely to kill time while my husband finished school. I liked school and was good at it, but I can't imagine myself in any sort of career.
I say all of this to set the stage for the question I hate most: "So, what do you do?"
I don't do anything. I don't know how to answer that. I do a monkey's job two weekends a month. I don't make money. I have no job to speak of.
I was voted Most Likely To Be President by my graduating class. I have no idea why. I am certain I am a disappointment to them.
But I am fine with my life. My husband likes me the way I am, though I am sure he will enjoy the extra money once I get a job. I have no regrets at all about where I am in life. (Except if I'd known it would take more than two years to have a baby, I would've gotten some sort of job at this duty station.)
But any time I get the "What do you do?" question, I feel like I need to explain all of this. I feel like I need to prove I'm not a bum. Or I have to explain the two dead babies, so at least I have an excuse for not working.
Yesterday we ran into the mom of a kid I went to school with. "So, what do you do?" I fake laughed and said, "My husband is in the Army, so I follow him around for a living." She looked disappointed. "I just remember you were so successful in school."
Ouch.
I'm just typing this to get it off my chest. I hate that question. I hate not having an answer to it. I hate the look people give me when I don't have an answer for them.
Sometimes I answer "I'm a trophy wife" if I think I can get away with it.
I hate how the question makes me feel inadequate when really I am happy with my life. I shouldn't let it bother me, but it does.
I just need to hurry up and have a kid so I have an excuse for staying at home.
Posted by: Sarah at
01:15 PM
| Comments (7)
| Add Comment
Post contains 499 words, total size 2 kb.
1
Well people are just downright jerks if they don't understand how hard being a SAHM is. When my SIL's dad died and my brother had to take up alot of the slack my SIL said, now he'll see how hard it is. And I didn't argue. I don't have kids and I know how hard it is.
But part of the feminist movement also brought male expectations to the female realm.
I don't know how we got 'here' but it seems to me that we are our own worst enemy sometimes.
Posted by: Mare at August 23, 2008 06:26 PM (APbbU)
2
When I read your post before the comments, I thought, "just say you are a writer." You write a lot. And whether you are being paid shouldn't really matter.
I am beginning to get in this awkward position too. I think "I'm a trophy wife" is a great answer, but I have yet to use it.
Posted by: Butterfly Wife at August 24, 2008 05:37 AM (RVPJQ)
3
It's a ridiculous 'ideal' mindset people have and funny how whatever THEY are doing is ideal.
I went to law school because, at the time, I thought it was something I'd always wanted to do. Now, I can't find a damned job b/c it's just inconceivable to the powers that be that I, a former professor and current mom, could possibly have time to devote to such a job. Never mind I finished 3 years of school in 2, but whatever.
On the other side, you have those who think I'm a terrible mother for taking time away from my kids to do school and all that and then likely have a job in a profession that requires tons of time.
I've worked in one form or another since I was 12. I've never had only one job.
Frankly, I'm ENJOYING being unemployed right now.
People just have their ideas about what others should be doing b/c they are trying to make themselves feel better about what THEY are doing.
Whatever works for you is what works. You're a writer, a designer (look at all the knitted designs you do!), and an advocate for military families...those are the first 3 things that pop into my mind & I could certainly come up with an entire list!
People need to just mind their own businesses.
Posted by: Guard Wife at August 24, 2008 08:37 AM (F5iCn)
4
Sarah,
Maybe you were voted "Most Likely To Be President" because you were extremely responsible,
compassionate, intelligent, and always going above and beyond. You were a good leader and you still are; the only difference is your interests have changed. I would say the things you do now make you more of a success or at least as much of a success as someone who has a career. You give and give and you've never been one to "toot your own horn." You have a wonderful life (loving husband, Charlie, a nice home, and most of all a caring spirit). That is true success! Don't ever underestimate yourself!
Your mama
Posted by: Nancy at August 24, 2008 09:33 AM (coA+L)
5
When your mama mentioned Charlie, I immediately thought of Animal Trainer. Specializing in dogs. If someone wants to use your talents, just tell them that your all booked up, you don't have to go into details. Rosie
Posted by: rimholz at August 24, 2008 12:33 PM (6Mz/s)
6
Late to this but...what is wrong with declaring right out that you are your husband's wife and a hopeful mother to be and quite happy?
I, too, have issues with the "what do you do" except it comes with the "where did you go to school" question.
But NEVER be ashamed of being a good wife and properly decent human being. You are one of a very few, m'dear. Admit it proudly.
Posted by: LauraB at August 29, 2008 01:00 PM (rWCdE)
7
Like others have already said, it doesn't stop when you have kids. It's even worse when people find out that I have a law degree. Then I get the squinty look like "What's wrong with you?! Why are you at home when you could be working?" The worst part is that I usually get this from other women.
Posted by: MarineWife at August 31, 2008 10:24 AM (Vbk4m)
Hide Comments
| Add Comment
August 22, 2008
BACK ON THE HORSE
Yesterday I had lunch with my best friend from high school. I hadn't seen her in almost nine years; the last time I saw her I wasn't even dating my husband yet. We reconnected via email around the time I started trying to have a baby. She has been a good friend to have in my life over the past two years; she had to undergo monstrous amounts of testing and IVF to have her two children, but the sting of infertility is still fresh with her. She didn't dust her hands off and get over it after her children came along, and she keenly understands my gripes and frustrations. And she lost her first baby, so there's that angle we share too.
In short, she makes me feel normal.
With my husband gone and babymaking out of the question, I haven't given much thought to the babies we lost or the one we'd like to have soon. It's been a non-issue for me as my HCG level steadily declined and there was no chance of getting pregnant again in the meantime. I haven't talked about the issue with anyone in a long time, but my visits with Guard Wife and my friend from high school, two women who've been in my shoes, brought the issue to the forefront for me again.
And this morning, the fertility clinic called me and said they have an opening when I get back, so I scheduled an appointment to see if we can figure out this crazy puzzle.
Time to get back on the horse.
Oh, and Darla and I are totally going to have triplets at the same time and move in together while our husbands are deployed. Take that, Jon and Kate.
Posted by: Sarah at
07:35 AM
| Comments (1)
| Add Comment
Post contains 299 words, total size 2 kb.
1
So so glad I could make you feel normal. That's probably the most lovely and unexpected compliment I could ever imagine. It was a wonderful reunion for me too, and I am so happy we made time to see each other. Lots of love!
Posted by: Lane at August 24, 2008 05:37 PM (DNSUD)
Hide Comments
| Add Comment
August 21, 2008
ROCKS
So I made some calls re: the windshield. Naturally there are two hitches: both my sticker to get on post and my state inspection sticker are on the broken windshield. I can only get a new inspection sticker if I get the windshield replaced in my state, and since our vehicle was registered at our old post, I have to go in with umpteen documents to get a new sticker at our current post. Pain in the neck. So I decided to just wait until I get home to get the windshield replaced.
But would you even believe that, while driving today, another rock hit me and made another chip in the glass in a different spot? Thank heavens I hadn't already fixed it; I would've gone through the roof.
Don't ride with me, I'm a rock magnet.
Posted by: Sarah at
07:10 PM
| Comments (3)
| Add Comment
Post contains 140 words, total size 1 kb.
1
Ya really think you're going to make it home with that windshield, do ya? Maybe we should start a lottery on how many rocks till home.
Posted by: Ruth H at August 22, 2008 05:42 AM (Y4oAO)
2
Last summer I had 2 rocks hit my windshield in 1 week. Glad I didn't get the first one fixed before the second one happened. Just get on the rock hitting done on this trip.
Posted by: Butterfly Wife at August 22, 2008 08:53 AM (uVfch)
3
...well, I'd be more worried if the rocks and other flying objects had a tendency towards going through the windshield and hitting the passenger seat.
THEN I'd be reluctant to ride with you. ^_^;;
Posted by: Patrick Chester at August 22, 2008 10:48 AM (MOvul)
Hide Comments
| Add Comment
August 20, 2008
MY MOTHER IS A HOOT
We were teasing my mother the other day that her eulogy is going to be a laugh riot. We have so much hilarious material on her, including the fact that this week I threw out some canned goods in her pantry that expired in 2001. And how she argues with her GPS: "No I should NOT turn left here!" And how she whistles under her breath all the time. Oh, the whistling, it drives me nuts.
She pouted and said that we can't wait for her to die so we can make fun of her.
But yesterday, I saw a side of my mother that I love. Through her work, she's befriended a family from Tanzania. We stopped by their house because my mother had done some school clothes shopping for their daughters. My mother is so entirely generous that way: she invites this family to Thanksgiving, she bought them a Christmas tree, and she's always popping in on them with new clothes and toys for their kids.
And I just love how these two little African girls climb all over my mother and call her Grandma. And my mom kisses them and reads books to them and loves on them to death. It is such a beautiful sight to see this little black girl throw her arms around my mother and shout, "Grandma!"
Don't worry, Mama. We'll include good stuff like that in your eulogy too.
Just please stop with the whistling.
Posted by: Sarah at
10:41 AM
| Comments (5)
| Add Comment
Post contains 253 words, total size 1 kb.
1
HAHAHA I am so glad someone else discusses funerals, death, and eulogies with their parents. I told my mom that when she dies I'm going to wear all her jewelry at the same time to her funeral. I'll even get more piercings to accomodate. My step dad only buys her jewelry for everything. He's not comfortable with anything else. She gets a new piece and me and my cousin call "Dibs!" every year for Christmas. My step dad who is 10 years older than her swears shes dying first and he's bringing a date.
And when I read your batteries post, I cracked up. Story of my damn life.
Posted by: Sara at August 20, 2008 12:33 PM (SZeN8)
2
But please keep arguing with the GPS! Because that really is adorable! My twin sister does it all the time.
Posted by: Darla at August 20, 2008 05:28 PM (tIKcE)
3
Aw! That is the cutest story. Your mom sounds awesome!
Posted by: T at August 21, 2008 05:29 AM (KV0YP)
4
You know I love the stories about your mom. They are totally adorable.
Posted by: airforcewife at August 21, 2008 07:12 AM (mIbWn)
5
first off, "it is not ok to argue with the GPS?"
who knew...
My sainted Grandmother whistled without whistling...I adored it, and she died YEARS before I was even married...
guess who else whistles under her breath...? PN
HA
I lurve your Mom, I think she sounds sweet, I love all of the stories about her..
jean shorts? to school...
people will think you are riff raff
Posted by: awtm at August 21, 2008 09:08 AM (YcrEC)
Hide Comments
| Add Comment
WALIMA
On Sunday, the final wedding event was the Walima, a sort of brunch reception that takes place after the consummation of the marriage. No, seriously, thatÂ’s what the speaker said at the thing. This event seems to be the groomÂ’s familyÂ’s doing, and it ended up being fairly military. My friend just got out of the Army after being Special Forces, so his Army buddies were in their dress blues, and they performed the saber arch as my friend and his new wife arrived. My friend also wore his blues, and his wife again looked stunning in a bejewelled robin-egg blue dress.
Some of my friendÂ’s cousins and friends got up and spoke a few words, like you would do at a toast during a Western wedding. I made some jokes about high school and what a good friend heÂ’s been over the past 16 years. And then there was Pakistani food and merriment again.
After my little toast, several people came up to me to thank me for my husbandÂ’s service, which is always nice but especially nice to hear from the Muslim community. In fact, during the wedding ceremony on Saturday, when the officiant mentioned that my friend had served his country, it got a round of applause during the sermon. Those things just affirmed my good feelings for everyone I met this weekend.
And my friend asked the wedding photographer to take a photo of two of the guests: his cousin, who wears a traditional turban, dishdasha, and long beard, and his SF buddy in his dress blues. Everyone laughed as the two men symbolically shook hands and then threw their arms around each other for a photo.
So that was the wedding. As I bid my friend and his wife goodbye, I got tears in my eyes. I was overwhelmed by the emotions of the weekend, and I sadly donÂ’t know when IÂ’ll get to see them again. His entire family made me feel so welcome this week, and I hate to say goodbye to them.
But heÂ’s kept in touch over the past 12 years, so IÂ’m sure we can manage in the future.
What an awesome experience this whole event was. I am so glad that I came home for it and that I got an inside glimpse at the local Muslim community and their customs. It really gave me a perspective on some things IÂ’ve only considered in the theoretical before.
(See also the Mehndi and the wedding posts.)
Posted by: Sarah at
05:09 AM
| No Comments
| Add Comment
Post contains 418 words, total size 2 kb.
August 18, 2008
MY BATTERY FIASCO
AirForceWife and I have the same camera, and last time we were together we were lamenting how it sucks batteries. I came into town with a set of batteries in the camera and an extra pair. I cycled through all of those during the
Mehndi alone.
So on my way out of town on Friday, I stopped at the Walmart to buy batteries. My husband called while I was in the self-checkout, and I stupidly walked out of the store without my bag of purchases. It didn't even sink in until I got to Chicago that the batteries were nowhere to be found.
Next stop was a corner store near my friend's house the day of the wedding. I bought a four-pack and we headed to the ceremony. I had enough battery power left on the ones from the Mehndi to take one photo of the venue.
Right before the ceremony started, I put the new batteries in the camera: nothing. Not even enough juice to turn the camera on. I bet they'd been sitting in that corner store for years.
So here I am at the most beautiful and colorful and camera-worthy wedding I'll ever attend...with no batteries.
Luckily, Muslim weddings have a break in the middle for evening prayer. During this break, I went to the hotel front desk, asking if they have a gift shop. They do, but it was out of batteries. However, the nice manager went off in search of a pair of batteries owned by the hotel. He brought me two AAs and I handed him some dollar bills and raced back to the wedding.
And thank heavens those batteries lasted through the wedding and the Walima.
More on that later. I'm on my way to Walmart. I called them from Chicago to see if they'd found my forgotten bag, and they said that if I bring my receipt, they will give me another pack of batteries. Three cheers for awesome customer service.
Posted by: Sarah at
05:20 AM
| Comments (1)
| Add Comment
Post contains 335 words, total size 2 kb.
1
Can I start a conversation about talking you into a better camera? Something like a digital SLR?
Posted by: R1 at August 18, 2008 04:49 PM (y1Xat)
Hide Comments
| Add Comment
August 17, 2008
I HEART CORN
Seems to me out here,
it's all about the sky.
Clouds are pure art,
migrant birds flying by.
   --Allette Brooks
Apparently I'm supposed to be able to dodge flying rocks while driving. What? Phone or no phone, how in the heck was I supposed to do that?
And I was on a bluetooth, people.
But I threw caution to the wind when I noticed what a beautiful day it was. I love the Midwest so much that my heart grows two sizes when I drive here. You can take your mountains and oceans; I'll take my corn and clouds.
So I pulled out my camera and started indiscriminately snapping pictures of the road without looking through the viewfinder or bothering to focus. I took a ton, and a few actually came out great.
I called AWTM and told her I was thinking of her. Apparently she also drives through the Midwest with a camera in hand.
She challenged me to a Plains-Off.
Nebraska...
Illinois...
AWTM, I'll see you your barn pic and raise you a farm plus a big honkin' American flag.
Also, you mentioned cows. I managed to snap some.
Man, I love driving in this state. What a view. Horizon as far as the eye can see.
It's home.
Oh, and a photo of the new crack in my windshield, for good measure.
Posted by: Sarah at
05:55 PM
| Comments (5)
| Add Comment
Post contains 231 words, total size 2 kb.
1
Yep, that second one is definitely Illinois!
Posted by: Nicole at August 17, 2008 07:11 PM (sBJ2p)
2
Heh, which Interstate were ya on?
Also, you've been galavanting across the country the past few years, but did you notice that it is now August and everything is still a deep green? This is the 2nd year in a row that it has been that way. Prior, Aug would normally bring in the sun blasted brown look to all the vegetation that wasn't a crop.
Enjoy your time in the homeland.
Posted by: blueshift at August 17, 2008 07:13 PM (crTpS)
3
No, the rock had nothing to do with the phone, or vice versa. It's still not safe to talk on the phone and drive. Blue tooth or no blue tooth. This is a touchy subject with me, we almost got run off the road AGAIN this weekend, someone on the phone, not paying attention, one lane road to RELee's birthplace (hwy 3, if anyone's looking) He was nattering away - drifted... drifted.. managed to NOT hit us, but I think the phone went thataway.
LAW
Posted by: liberal army wife at August 18, 2008 12:44 AM (rcqzY)
4
Oh the shame of it!!! Some of us, and I do mean us, need an intervention for talking while driving. I live in a very small town, in the country so I often talk while on the 12 mile drive into town. My BAD!!
Great pictures.
Posted by: Ruth H at August 18, 2008 04:31 AM (4u82p)
5
The Midwest also has a special place in my heart.
Posted by: Kasey at August 18, 2008 08:06 AM (cACJz)
Hide Comments
| Add Comment
August 13, 2008
LITTLE GIRLS
An observation from my trip: Maybe
little girls aren't so bad.
I realized that Guard Wife lives on my route home, so ol' Charlie and I stayed the night with her on the road trip. Our arrival coincided with her daughter's 5th birthday party. I was mentally thinking, "What did I agree to do?", but the party was charming and funny.
And Guard Wife's two daughters never made a bicker or a peep the whole time I was there. No fussing, no whining, no "she's hitting me!" They really upped the bar for me on child behavior. Maybe little girls might be up my alley.
Ha, now I just know Guard Wife will mess up her dynamic by adding a boy to the mix!
Posted by: Sarah at
04:17 AM
| Comments (2)
| Add Comment
Post contains 128 words, total size 1 kb.
1
I think little boys and little girls are both fine, right up until junior high gets hold of them. There is something EVIL lurking in the walls of every junior high school I've ever encountered, I swear!
Posted by: Lissa at August 13, 2008 06:08 AM (fHdl7)
2
We enjoyed having you both very much!
The girls were 'encouraged' before you arrived to behave themselves so that you wouldn't think they were being raised by wolves or something worse.
I appreciate your help at the party a lot. Those kind of 'events' make me nervous, big time, and it was nice to have you in my corner!
As far as adding a boy to the mix...yeah, it sounds like something I'd go and do.
Posted by: Guard Wife at August 13, 2008 03:42 PM (F5iCn)
Hide Comments
| Add Comment
August 08, 2008
HOMEWARD BOUND
I'm headed out this morning for a trip home. As my dad always says before a road trip, "It's 902 miles to Illinois; we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses." (Hey, that's one of our
Dadisms, like we talked about last night with Sherman Baldwin.)
More when I get there. Midwestside til I die, baby!
Posted by: Sarah at
02:26 AM
| Comments (8)
| Add Comment
Post contains 70 words, total size 1 kb.
Posted by: Susan at August 08, 2008 03:42 AM (4aKG6)
2
Don't you ever fly Sarah?
Posted by: tim at August 08, 2008 04:04 AM (nno0f)
3
*holding hand up in an "M"
MidWEST SIIIDE
Posted by: awtm at August 08, 2008 06:07 AM (Bo2JR)
4
We'll leave a light on for ya.
Posted by: Guard Wife at August 08, 2008 06:58 AM (F5iCn)
5
I'm missing my mother land...kiss the ground for me!
Posted by: Angie at August 08, 2008 11:27 AM (yvfxR)
6
So, which pant leg are you supposed to wear up?
Posted by: airforcewife at August 08, 2008 01:58 PM (mIbWn)
7
AFW,
I think to be MidWEST SIIDe...
You have to own a Carhart jacket, a snowblower, and a seed cap
Posted by: AWTM at August 09, 2008 09:43 AM (Bo2JR)
8
Dang it! We are always on opposite weekends!! Should you decide to stay thru the 19th, I am arriving at 1:30pm. Ding Dang Darn!
Posted by: Lane at August 11, 2008 06:55 PM (yPdIO)
Hide Comments
| Add Comment
August 05, 2008
I THINK THE CLOCK IS WRONG
I am having such a hard time getting off the computer. I mean, I just categorically deny that it is already 10:30. It can't be. Where did today go? Oh, right, the car dealership. Where I stood and drank mediocre coffee and then gave them six hundred bucks. Ugh. And the three hours I spent on that long post. I didn't knit a single stitch today. I refuse to go to bed yet, even though I'm exhausted.
Posted by: Sarah at
05:32 PM
| Comments (1)
| Add Comment
Post contains 89 words, total size 1 kb.
1
Lately been playing WoW with the MIL. When my blurry eyes realize it's far past 9:30p and has turned into 2a I want to faint. Yet I don't stop.
Posted by: Darla at August 09, 2008 04:59 AM (tIKcE)
Hide Comments
| Add Comment
August 01, 2008
GO GATHER YOUR NUTS, YOU NAGGING GRASSHOPPER
Went back to the eye doctor. I am stuck where I'm at for now; we can't do another Lasik correction until we're certain that this is where my eyes have leveled off, so I have to wait a month and see. Also, I have blocked tear ducts so, to quote the doctor, they should be oozing Wesson oil and instead are blocked with Crisco. Gross. He was doing everything he could to unblock them and make me cry, including digging his fingernail into the base of my eye until I saw stars. It made me giggle on the inside because I felt like Fry on "My Three Suns," when they have to make him cry the emperor out. Good thing the doctor didn't start beating me up or telling me my husband was murdered in a juicer. Heh.
Posted by: Sarah at
04:36 AM
| Comments (5)
| Add Comment
Post contains 152 words, total size 1 kb.
1
It's like the doctor doesn't know you at all. He should have told you that he snuck into your house while you were visiting people last month and set your thermostat at 68 for the whole time.
That might have got you crying.
Posted by: airforcewife at August 01, 2008 04:42 AM (mIbWn)
2
Bwahahahahaha!!!
Or told me he set my yarn on fire.
Posted by: Sarah at August 01, 2008 04:51 AM (TWet1)
3
OMGoodness - I am so sorry to hear that your eyes (officially) weren't so thrilled with the first round of Lasik... I hope they either get magically better, or level off and happily accept the next correction! You're *still* in our thoughts & prayers! :-)
Posted by: kannie at August 01, 2008 06:51 AM (f+LJo)
4
My suggestion - He should've told you he ripped out 10 or 20 rows of that wedding afghan. :-p
Posted by: loquita at August 01, 2008 07:27 AM (kZVsz)
5
Loqi -- HA! You guys are coming up with good ones!
Posted by: Sarah at August 01, 2008 07:35 AM (TWet1)
Hide Comments
| Add Comment
86kb generated in CPU 0.1262, elapsed 0.191 seconds.
59 queries taking 0.1735 seconds, 244 records returned.
Powered by Minx 1.1.6c-pink.