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As long as it’s not an oncoming train.

I am sore from climbing around in my eventually-to-be attic. I also had wood in my hair from brushing against the lumber and I was itchy from the fiberglass. I’ve since showered. We have metal crap in our eventually-to-be creek that needs to get cleaned out. This is making us :( but at least we can play and mess around back there and no one is going to get eggs-up eggs-up at us if we put in a tiny bridge for example. I will return to the land of the living eventually, but the husband and house and keeping my advisor for freaking out on me are all taking up the most hugest biggest chunks out of my life currently.

I have seen the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s called Christmas.

Strawberries left out too long

OMG. I love Dirty Dancing so much. Bear has been collecting Blu-Ray movies and when he got Dark City, I wasn’t surprised. When he got The Neverending Story I thought it was super sweet of him, despite how wow, you can see the flaws, but its still magical. Guess what the next movie he got was though?? Dirty Dancing. Because he is the bestest Bear ever. I snarked at him though that he’d do better to get me Fried Green Tomatoes and he winked at me! He kills me.

This is probably why I’m making him cupcakes at 1:30 in the morning. We like to spoil each other.

instamatic

Bear has the flu. He had a fever of 101.5 last night. (The old mercury thermometers are supposed to stay in 2 minutes right? Well, it was around there.) I’ve had a cold since I came back from IL, but now I’m wondering if I had taken my temp on Monday what it would have registered at because I’m still coughing up phlegm. Bear of course is dying and I am a mean bitch who has no sympathy for him clearly. Whatever. I totally scoured our kitchen yesterday when I realized I couldn’t go into work coughing up phlegm all over everyone. (My advisor already told me not to go in if I was gonna get everyone sick. If your cough is moving stuff out of your lungs, then you are contagious.) It’s hard to have sympathy for someone when you were just as bad as them, but whined less. He’s lucky I find him adorable.

And sadly, I just read this over and realized the fondness in my head isn’t translating. I’m not pissed. Amused and only very slightly irritated.

I might go make cupcakes here in a minute. I need something to keep me occupied not looking at the computer screen. The flu or cold or whatever makes my eyestrain really bad. Thursday my eyes were twitching so badly I could barely see.

maybe braces would make the lasers go ching ching

I had a meeting this morning so Bear had to wake up an hour earlier than usual and it’s been warm here and I won’t let him put in the ACs, so he’s not been able to sleep early because it’s been kinda warm. So. Bear was a little tired when he got up.

But he did and got dressed and got into the car and told me he wanted to take a nap and I said that was fine.

About 10 minutes later:

“There are lasers coming out of my teeth and shooting. Ching Ching Ching.”

Considering it’d been quiet except for his jpop playing pretty softly I was pretty zoned out. “There are fireballs coming out of your teeth??”

“Lasers. But that’s ok. It doesn’t matter anyways. Keeping thinking I’m sane so I can believe you.”

“Nononono. LASERS????”

“Yeah. Ching ching ching ching.”

I dissolved in giggles. It was very hard driving.

Bear opened his eyes and looked at me. “And when you crash the car I can use the lasers to cut out us. They’ll come with the jaw of life and they’ll see the lights and the car’ll fall apart in pieces.”

“YOU ARE CUTTING US OUT OF THE WRECKED CAR WITH YOUR TEETH!?!?!?” I was CRYING with the laughter at this point.

“With the lasers from my teeth. Ching ching ching ching.” I think at this point he figured out it was him making ching ching noises to signify the lasers COMING OUT OF HIS TEETH that was absolutely destroying my ability to function.

Satisfied, Bear sat back and closed his eyes again. We were almost to his office anyways.