I Would Give my Gallbladder for a New Droid 2

For almost a year, Hans has been looking forward to Monday, September 13th and I have heard about it at least once a day.  He has been planning for Monday September 13th, living for Monday September 13th, dreaming  of Monday September 13th. 

Monday, September 13th - D-Day: the day our Verizon contract could be renewed and he could get a Droid, aka Droid-Day.

Unfortunately for Hans, Monday, September 13th also ended up being G-Day, the day that I had to have my gallbladder removed.  We were up at 5 am, at the hospital by 6, in the gown by 6:30 and significantly drugged by 7. 

A Patient Man = A Lucky Wife

 

It's not too often that a fortune cookie is right. Now, had I got this one just a little bit sooner I probably would have heeded its' advice that time Clark told me I was a rabid beast. Anyway, I digress.

As you can see, I spend a lot of my time talking about how Clark drives me crazy, makes me want to move to a deserted island, pluck my eyelashes out and/or stick my ears in a blender. Maybe this is a bit extreme, but it's true... that's what I do. That's why this blog was created, to provide an outlet for wives to vent their feelings of frustration but also their feelings of happiness, appreciation and respect.

Oral Hygiene: Part II (But Who's Counting?)

Last week I was furiously cleaning the house (er, tiny apartment) in preparation of some friends coming to visit. Hooray, friends! I was through with the main living areas and, after poking my head into the bedroom, decided it could wait since, after all, it's not exactly where you entertain guests (unless we're that kind of couple who has those kinds of friends... which we're not). Just before our friends arrived, Clark decided to brush his teeth and floss, which as you know: I'm a really big fan of. I watched him walk into the bedroom with his floss pick, and then returned, fully dressed in "guest clothing" without a floss pick. Hmm... a mystery, indeed.

Marriage Vows say NOTHING about slush puppies

On July 4th Hans and I decided to take Gigi to a parade.  We had recently had a great time at the Memorial Day parade that ran the same route: a marching band, some uncoordinated majorettes, girls scouts and old dudes in cars, easy parking and in and out in 45 minutes!  I stupidly assumed the July 4th parade would be the same. BIG MISTAKE- HUGE.