Archive for September, 2007

September 12th, 2007

I’ve been stewing for three days, everyone, and today we are supposed to find out whether or not we are accepted for the new apartment, and I’m getting awfully bipolar over this. Seriously, my house is surgically clean and dust free, and the dog is getting nervous from all the fretful vacuuming.
Low: There were about […]

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If you’re going to kick me out of the car, at least slow down to 30 mph…
September 10th, 2007

Anyone who knows me is going to laugh pretty hard at the next sentence.
My husband is a total insensitive bastard from hell.
So there.
Here is how our conversation went yesterday,
Me: Yes, I know the [potential new] apartment is great. But I’m really nervous about it, since I work and live at home and will be uprooting […]

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Do they make a bandaid for that?
September 4th, 2007

Yesterday I returned to boot camp for an extra special holiday extended version of hell. We did so many chin-ups I pulled a boob, and I lay awake all night clutching my left breast, wondering whether I had 13-hour heartburn, had contracted breast cancer, or if I was merely having a heart attack. Awwwwesome.
I was […]

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The Name Game
September 3rd, 2007

This weekend we refused to leave town, since we figured everyone else would leave too. So we threw away EVERYTHING in our apartment in the trash, about 16 bags of crap we couldn’t look at any more. And went surfing/to the beach. Our chi is strong.

Sunday morning, we browsed through Russian Hill Bookstore for […]

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