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gypsy ([info]gypsy) wrote,
@ 2006-06-02 08:36:00

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nothing clever comes to mind..
So, I'm at work today, but in horrible pain. Thankfully, I took a desk job. Otherwise, I'd be out in the field and I just don't think I can handle much movement today.. I really want to just go home, curl up into a little ball and pass out on pain meds.. but I can't. I have my little hot pack (microwave rice pillow) and the microwave is just a few feet away, so every 45 minutes or so, I stick it back in and it dulls the pain a bit. Right now I'm just hoping I make it through the day without throwing up..

We went out lastnight cruising the thrift stores. We always do that because you can find the coolest things if you're patient enough. We pull into the parking lot, and we're walking in, and who do we see but Andy's old boss, standing right in the front of the store looking through a bin. Great.. just who we wanted to see. He looks up, spots us, and gets this huge, creepy-ass grin across his face, like he's going to come say hello or something.. I put absolutely no effort into hiding my disgust for him, rolled my eyes and turned around and walked right back out the door. Andy didn't even see him, but he followed me to the car. He just trusts me enough to know that, if I turn around and abruptly walk in the other direction, there's probably a good reason. When we got in the car, I told him, and his response was that he was thankful he didn't notice him as he never wants to see his smarmy little face ever again. I don't really care what the old, balding bastard thinks of me, but it did ruin what could have been a good bit of shopping... asshat.

My husband rocks.. I came home lastnight and all the laundry was clean, the dishes were done and the whole house was spotless. He even washed the sheets and made the bed. I love him..


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