Well, hello there. I promise I don't purposely write depressing posts and then not post anything for 489320483920 weeks. Well, I suppose it's kind of on purpose. Apparently I just like to wait until I have a list of about 18 hundred million things I could potentially write about - and then squeeze 'em into one big epic bullet post. Or we could just call it laziness. Either way...
-Fathers Day... That was like, a month ago, don't worry. And although technically Shawn isn't a father quite yet, he still gets an A for effort. Effort=PRESENTS. So I bought him a pretty red barbecue. And by 'I bought' it, I mean I forced him to come to Sears with me and tell me which one he liked the best - because I trust myself buying a grill as much as I trust Shawn buying me a pair of jeans. Anyways, we've cooked a bunch of crap on it. And by 'we', I mean Shawn. And by 'crap', I mean pineapple, steak, corn, and pizza. Delicious! (Well, minus the pizza that Shawn may or may not have completely scorched to death. Loveyouhusband.)
-A couple weeks ago I sent Shawn to the store to buy me some pregnancy tests, because apparently it's humanly impossible for me to go 3 hours without peeing on a stick. Several hours later, I get a call from him and hear him saying in the background, "Do you think it needs stitches?" Eff. I'm instantly panicked, because that's my go-to response for about 67% of life. Shawn goes on to tell me that a grocery cart attacked his face... He was taking it back to the cart drop-off place, and apparently was going too fast, and the cart hit a rock or something and flew backwards and sliced his face open. I was obviously expecting something a little more traumatic, and admittedly had to stifle a giggle. Because who the heck slices their face open with a grocery cart?
The good news? Turns out he didn't need stitches, and they diagnosed it as a "dent" in his head - if you can call that good news. Shawn's biggest concern the entire night was that part of his eyebrow was gone forever - which I find completely amusing. I was kind of hoping Harmons would offer us a giant load of free groceries to bribe us not to sue them. Instead they just offered to pay the medical bill - which is fine, I guess.
-Speaking of pregnancy tests - today I did a massive de-junking of virtually all our cupboards, because we bought a pantry-type thinger from Ikea since we were running out of space for all our crap. Well, I finally got to the cupboard underneath the sink in our bathroom and found this:
If you've ever doubted my pee stick obsession - or how desperate I get on a monthly basis - doubt no more. This doesn't even begin to scrape the surface of how many sticks I've peed on in the last year and a half. And apparently I'm just lazy enough to not throw any of the boxes away when I'm done with them. 6 of the 7 boxes in the picture are empty. Well except for...
COUPONS. To buy even more pregnancy tests. Weeeeeeee! Yeah, I'm embarrassed for me too. Except not really.
-When we got married, Shawn's parents graciously offered us their old dining table and chairs - which was great. We figured we'd sand and re-paint them to make them look a little nicer. It only took us 2 years to get that project started. Shawn has done most the work, because when it comes to paint, sand paper, and 483920489302849023 degree weather - you're not going to have my attention for very long. We kind of totally dropped the ball on taking before and after pictures... So we hurried and took a picture of what was left of the last chair we were priming.
So, as you can kind of see, it looks tooooons better - and that's just the primer coat. Luckily we were able to sand out a lot of Toby's chew marks on the bottom - so we don't have a constant reminder of what an A-hole he can be.
-Speaking of Toby, we took him to the vet today because he has a sore on his leg that he's been chewing at for the last week or so. We found a tick in our house, so I was immediately paranoid my dog was going to get Lyme disease and die. Or that I'd end up having a three-legged dog. Turns out the sore was just from him biting and licking it so damn much. The biting and licking can start because of pain, and then just turn into a "behavioral issue" from there, according to the vet. Great. I spent $63 on a vet visit because my dog has so much anxiety/boredom that he can't stop chewing on his own leg. Well played, Toby.
-So this one is just so random, that I can't possible come up with a good segway. You know those times when you hear/see something that it is fairly amusing - and maybe deserves a small chuckle. But instead you laugh way too hard, for way too long. Last night I was laying in bed and farting around on Facebook per usual, when I came across this picture that someone had posted...
Oh. My. Gosh. I literally laughed for 20 straight minutes. And it was the full on, laughing so hard that no noise was coming out, but I was shaking the entire bed because I was silent-laughing so hard. (Akin to the first time I ever heard the word 'grizz' referring to a fart. That I laughed at for about an hour.) And I mean, the picture is funny, but not shake-the-entire-bed funny. Shawn wasn't nearly as amused. Now we're both waiting with baited breath for the opposite end of that slap-happy mood. Because there will be one.
-Remember how I started Grey's Anatomy - got Shawn sucked in - and finished the entire series in less than two months? And by 'finished', I mean caught up to the biggest cliff hanger in the history of ever. Sigh.
-The 4th of July was pretty laid back - because I had to work that night, we had gone and seen a big fireworks show the weekend before with a couple friends. We had our blanket on the already-wet grass, and were playing Phase 10. I was kicking ass and taking names, because I have Phase 10 on my phone - and have beat the "hard" computers multiple times - so that must obviously mean I'm pretty good. And then right in the middle of all the fireworks and our Phase 10 game - the freakin' sprinklers come on and shoot directly at us. What the hell kind of A-holes turn on the sprinklers during fireworks when a butt-ton of people are sitting on your grass?! So we watched the rest of the fireworks sitting on a curb. And then I found a spider on my leg. Good times.
-So the other day we were at WalMart, because that's where we spend 40% of our lives. As we were walking out to our car, there was an old man walking in front of us with a grocery bag with those Circus Animal pink and white sprinkley cookies. And I remember thinking to myself, that is a cute old man carrying a bag of Circus Animals. Well, turns out he was parked right next to us. We both got in our cars at the same time. And then he and Shawn started reversing at the same time - which is when this cute Circus Animal grandpa flew. off. the. handle. He was screaming at us, and making hand gestures, and was absolutely appalled that we were backing out at the same time he was. As he was screaming out his window, Shawn rolls down his window and calmly says, "Um, you're parked in spot that's marked for a police car," rolled up his window, and drove away. Of course he drove away after he had parked behind the old guy for about 45 seconds so the dude still couldn't reverse. I suppose that was Shawn's special way of flipping off a senior citizen. Perhaps you had to be there - but it was pretty amusing. Not ohshitohshitohshitohshit amusing. But, you know.
Well, was that long, boring, and random enough?
Happy Tuesday, yo.