TGI- friggin’- F
Well, another Friday. A Friday to follow a strange week of funky moods, funky health, funky food. Just plain funky. I guess it can just be attributed to a bad case of the winter blahs.
Adding to this general sense of malaise- blah and funk… my husband offering, just to be a pain in the ass:
I don’t think I will let you go away by yourself again. You aren’t any better when you return. But I guess it’s just a matter of expectations…”
“Was I supposed to come back different? Am I to assume you are hoping I change when I leave for a week? You’re not happy with who I am?!?!”
“No…. it’s just that…”
“Brilliant! It’s just what, genius?!?”
“Well, no. When you go away… it’s just….”
“Don’t even friggin’ bother, man.”
Got out of the room with both jewels. Lucky bugger!
So, there you have it. The week after a week away. Was it worth it? Hard to say. But it has been a weird, friggin’ mid-January, sub-freezing bloody week.
One bright spot: watching dear Sally pull off a near perfect breast stroke this afternoon. In a race with teammates, he swam like we’ve never seen before. After a mere three weeks he’s off like a champ. And grinnin’. Fabulous!
Oh, right. Grinnin’ without both of his top front teeth. That nasty second one fell out last week. Finally.. jeez. Tooth Fairy better take a second job, cuz we’ve still got a lot of tooth losin’ to do and at this rate, she’s gonna bound to run dry….
