How is it Thursday already? Jeez. It feels like Tuesday to me, probably because I’ve only been to work one day this week. Monday I traveled back from Virginny and yesterday my body decided to rebel. People, I’ve ingested more cranberry juice in the last two days than any normal person should. UTI’s make me want to die. TMI? Well, it is Thursday.
So yesterday I drank a whole bottle of Ocean Spray Cranberry-Pomegranate that I found in the trunk of my car. My trunk is like Mary Poppins carpet bag; there’s all sorts of shit in there that may become useful in dire situations. Things like matches. And a pink princess dress. And mouth wash. And a huge box of Swiss Miss. The Boy said Trunkjuice may not be a good idea, but I beg to differ. My trunkjuice served me well until about 8pm last night, when I ran out of the cranberry nectar my body adores and had to remain at the hospital and deal with stupid people for another three hours. Then there was this strange instance where both of my legs fell asleep at once, which may or may not have ended with me on the floor in a crumpled mess, moaning and doing my best “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” impression, even though I’m alone in my apartment and obviously no one would hear me…but that’s a story for another day.
Besides this unfortunate ‘Gina incident (BTW, The Boy just texted me “How’s your vagina doing?” which is probably the strangest question I’ve ever been asked via text message,) I’ve been busy with holiday preparations and diagnosing myself with strange illnesses. Thanks Mystery Diagnosis!
I have lots of baking to do, I need to send out my scarf, and baked goods and Jamie’s package, I have some odds and ends to pick up to finalize my Christmas list, I’d like to update my blogroll, and finish the Amy Tan novel I started.
Also, I need to write my resolutions, which will include Go To The Gym, Play Scrabble, and Be Nicer To The Boy, among others.
PS- Yesterday’s post scared The Boy because, “neither one of your imagined lives has room for a husband and family” and I reminded him that when I was in grade school I thought my high school years would be spent as a Sweet Valley High twin, blonde and tan, on the beaches of California. My real high school years? Much cooler. My imagined 20s are cool, but I’m sure my real twenties, will be even better.
