The other day, Rob came through in a big, big way. I was kind of sad and annoyed. What did he do? He brought me the one thing that can make me feel happier, no matter what’s going on:

RUNTS!

I love them. They are cute, and they taste good. If you’re wondering where the orange ones are, well, I had already eaten them. I’m a bit bizarre when it comes to the eating of multicoloured candies: I separate them, and eat them by colour. Least favourite to favourite. So in the runts’ case, it goes orange, banana, strawberry, green. Actually with every candy the best one is green, because I firmly believe that green is the best flavour. Not that “green” is a flavour. And yes, even with Smarties or M&M’s, I do green last. Because they’re the best. Do not ask me why, I can’t reveal the secret.

And THEN! This morning, I got up and was all squinty and like “Meh, I don’t like being up”. And Rob looked at me and said “Oh, I see SOMEONE slept with her hand on her head last night”. And I was like “Huh?”… then he ran for the camera, and took this picture of me:

I HAVE A HANDPRINT ON MY HEAD!!!

I am still hysterically laughing about that one. Oh, my God.

Okay enjoy. Bye

So, today is Emilio Estevez’ first birthday. We don’t know that for sure, but based on when we got him and his age at that time, counting backwards, turning around sixteen times and hopping on one foot, we have estimated that today is his birthday.
And he smells like one, too.

Also? We got our eviction notice today. We are to be out of our apartment by May 12th, unless we can come up with the rent money by then bla bla bla. It’s hard to come up with rent money when you are barely covering meds and occasionally food. I’m trying to come up with a good letter to write to the people saying that we can pay them PART of what we owe (basically if we don’t pay any bills or anything, we can save up one months’ rent which is 1/3 of what they want) right away and the rest will come when I go back to work next week plus my income tax refund might be coming in soon plus maybe my insurance will stop dicking around soon — of course I don’t think I’m allowed to use words like “dicking around” in an official letter, and who knows if this will help at all, they probably want the money and want the money NOW. But yeah, just for your information, if we suddenly disappear off the face of the earth? It’s because we’re looking for a van to live in.

I am quite amazed at how zen I’m being about this. So far? No crying or thrashing or gnashing of teeth.

Did I tell you guys about last week? Probably not. Anyway, last week one day when Rob was at work I decided to clean out Emilio Estevez and Judd Nelson’s cage. Not abnormal, we do that once a week. But while I was cleaning the cage, and the leems (sometimes we call them the leems. Sometimes the chorts. That’s them) were running around free, I looked at them and they were kind of scuzzy. Well, really scuzzy. When I was finished cleaning the cage I gave them a bath (they get baths… maybe once a month). They don’t enjoy baths. At all. Unless you put a facecloth on their backs, and then they relax and kind of just hang out in the tub.

I took pictures. Rob just took the pictures and put them up on his site. So look! Look and be awed at the supercuteness of the chorts!

Well now we know what all my crankiness and malaise was all about– the full moon has brought with it a friend.
For a long time, my cycles were very, very irregular and my doctor thought I had PCOS and I was like “Aw snap, I don’t want that”. Because seriously? It sucks. Very, very badly. Then I went on the Pill for a year or two. Then I went off the Pill and I’ve been mainly regular ever since. Yay me!

Also. Last night? I accidentally left a candle burning in the livingroom. All night long. Fortunately, we are not dead. Unfortunately? I am an idiot. Why is my memory so awful? Seriously I have to talk to myself, OUT LOUD like an old lady, to remember where I put things.
“I’m putting my keys on the table. My keys are on the table. The table is where I put my keys”. It works, but it’s kind of embarassing.

Also! Rob Morrow has been my boyfriend since the early 90s (I really must make a list of my Fake Boyfriends). The other day when the TV was on I saw a commercial and was like “THAT IS MY BOYFRIEND JOEL FLEISCHMAN! WHAT IS HE DOING ON A COMMERCIAL? DOES THIS MEAN HE’S BACK ON TV? WHAT IS GOING ON???!” This was right after I had had a little Northern-Exposure-watching marathon (yay for season 1 on DVD! Boo for there only being 8 episodes! But yay for season 1 on DVD! Yay Ed! Yay Chris in the Morning! Yay Marilyn and Maurice and Holling and Shelly and RuthAnn!) so it was a bit of extra excitement for me.

So Rob, being my Real Boyfriend who isn’t at all threatened by my myriad Fake Boyfriends, did a little search for me and found me the first episode of Numb3rs. Oh, the leet speak kills me. That’s the last time I type it that way. From now on if I type it I am typing it with the proper letter there instead of the number 3. Because, damnit, I can!
I watched it. It’s good. It’s really good.What with Medium having been on hiatus for the last few EONS, I’m thinking this show might actually be a helper with luring me back to watching TV all the time. Amazingly enough I have been home with not a lot to do for more than six months now and aside from catching reruns of the Cosby Show or Golden Girls, I really don’t watch that much TV. There is, perhaps, something wrong with me.

… even if you didn’t know the dictionary meaning of the word… it just SOUNDS perfect to describe that horrible nervous, icky, sad, bleh feeling, doesn’t it?

DJ asked, in the comments to a previous post:

Btw, what do you think of this new pope? Or even his new name? I know that everyone I talked to, yesterday, said the same thing – the name Benedict still carries baggage here in the States. *shrug* But none of us are Catholic so?Ķ
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I absolutely love tea. Pretty much any kind, really. Of course generally I drink it with so much sugar and milk that you wouldn’t recognize it anymore, but yeah.

I particularly love Adagio teas. Not that I’ve had them often, but when I have? Good, good stuff. I was poking around their website and saw that if you link to them on your website, you’ll receive a free gift. Hey, not bad! More free stuff!

The free gift will vary in “value”, I guess, based on your page’s Google Page Rank. I think that my site has a page rank of like, minus seventeen, because we’ve purposely made it so that this site is hard to find via google (well, unless you google ‘cow-dog’ specifically but other than that) so I’m not going to bother (plus, it looks like this just might be something only available to the US, again), but you should. Because then, you’ll get free tea! And maybe a teapot! And wouldn’t you like that?

In the car, after having navigated the Windsor Exchange whilst having a huge blubbering meltdown having to do with the fact that we’re still poor and I hate that I got sick and I hate myself and I’m ugly and bald and fat and I say mean things to people and I badmouth people behind their backs and I’m an awful person and it’s okay if Rob leaves me because I suck so much and I don’t blame him if he never wants to see me again because I am so awful and ugly and gross and poor that his life would be better without me

Rob: Louise, did you take your meds today?
me (still crying, but not wailing anymore, at least): No, but that doesn’t matter. I’m still awful and you should still leave me and go make a better life for yourself without me.
Rob: And miss out on all this? What, are you kidding?

… then we talked about how there’s not much we could really do about our situation that we haven’t done already, so I should try to stop stressing and just go with the flow

Rob: In other words… baby, fuck community college. Let’s get drunk and eat chicken fingers!

I would like to wish a happy wedding anniversary to my parents.

Thirty one years. And they still love each other. Not too shabby, huh?

BONUS WEDDING PICTURE ACTION:
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Where the heck are these people coming from?

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