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Last night was another yummy home-cooked meal- chicken and rice in spicy peanut sauce. We watched a romantic comedy on the free HBO, which was nice of hub, because I know he hates them, but I have to indulge once in awhile. It had that guy who played Wolverine in the X-Men movie, and this appeared to be a stretch for him because he seemed cheerful and a lot, er, taller. I dunno why but Wolverine seemed like he was maybe 5 feet tall in the movie from what I remember. Anyway, if we get nothing else from watching romantic comedies it's a primer on how not to communicate well, and we get that warm fuzzy smug feeling that our relationship skills are all leet and shit.
As it was wrapping up, hub read my mind (I was wanting to get out of the house) and asked if I wanted to go for ice cream. We went to Baskin-Robbins and I tried a new flavor that had some amusing name like Pathetically Rejected Lover Chocolate- probably the flavor of the month for February- I can't find it on the website. The description read 'soothing chocolate mousse flavored ice cream with chunks of bittersweet chocolate and lonely red candy hearts.' I found this hysterically funny and got a scoop- then we walked around the parking lot for awhile while we ate. There are still a few mountain laurels in bloom, and Spanish oaks (I think) have gotten bright green miniature leaves on them- lovely.
The Pathetically Rejected Lover Chocolate did some bad ju-ju to my stomach and I felt a little nauseous, which was a bummer because I think we were both feeling amorous. That's the last time I mess with ice cream flavors that go against my current relationship status.
I went to bed and woke up in fairly severe pain- my right shoulder has been giving me problems, but this time it was the left one. Gar, it still hurts like hell. I don't know what the hell kinda delicate wussy pantywaist I am that I can hurt myself from sleeping, but there you have it. On top of that, I had to come in a half-hour early, and it felt weird. The traffic was worse and it was sort of a featureless misty grey, and all morning I've been having problems with my internal clock. It seemed like it was about 6am when I got in and I still haven't properly calibrated myself.
I just want to go home. Waaah.
As it was wrapping up, hub read my mind (I was wanting to get out of the house) and asked if I wanted to go for ice cream. We went to Baskin-Robbins and I tried a new flavor that had some amusing name like Pathetically Rejected Lover Chocolate- probably the flavor of the month for February- I can't find it on the website. The description read 'soothing chocolate mousse flavored ice cream with chunks of bittersweet chocolate and lonely red candy hearts.' I found this hysterically funny and got a scoop- then we walked around the parking lot for awhile while we ate. There are still a few mountain laurels in bloom, and Spanish oaks (I think) have gotten bright green miniature leaves on them- lovely.
The Pathetically Rejected Lover Chocolate did some bad ju-ju to my stomach and I felt a little nauseous, which was a bummer because I think we were both feeling amorous. That's the last time I mess with ice cream flavors that go against my current relationship status.
I went to bed and woke up in fairly severe pain- my right shoulder has been giving me problems, but this time it was the left one. Gar, it still hurts like hell. I don't know what the hell kinda delicate wussy pantywaist I am that I can hurt myself from sleeping, but there you have it. On top of that, I had to come in a half-hour early, and it felt weird. The traffic was worse and it was sort of a featureless misty grey, and all morning I've been having problems with my internal clock. It seemed like it was about 6am when I got in and I still haven't properly calibrated myself.
I just want to go home. Waaah.
