Wednesday, April 28, 2010

randomness not worth the read

I should know better than to complain about the weather. It’s cold and rainy again. But since I was complaining about the heat, I guess that’s a good thing? Why can’t it just be 70° and pretty? I’m not asking too much, am I? No, no. Rain is good.

I went with Dan to his Rheumatologist yesterday. Somehow the two of them ended up talking about Ultimate Fighter Champions and porn stars. I really don’t understand men sometimes. Meanwhile, Dan’s cholesterol is on the rise (what’s one more health problem?) and his doctors are nagging him so much about his smoking that I don’t have to say a word. I just raise my eyebrows, shake my head and shrug. When Dan asked me how much I paid for that parasol, I told him I didn’t remember (which we both knew wasn’t true) but that it was less than his carton of cigarettes, so stick it.

Lori is in court as I type this. They are actually starting to throw the word “jury” around in the court “actions” so things are progressing the way they do. She will be 40 tomorrow. Greeting cards are against the rules where she is, which is just as well. I don't think "happy birthday!" would be altogether appropriate when one is awaiting trial for murder.

Fuck. This blog should have a disclaimer for depressing content. Sorry.

3 comments:

Mwa said...

No need to apologise - if that's your life just now, then that's what it is. xxx

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Sorry to hear things are on sort of a downer. You are loved.

SB

Petit fleur said...

I think you are upset about Lori, and of course your man's health, and it's coming out in weird ways.. like the weather. Although, the weather can have a big influence on how we feel.

I'm so sorry about all this mess with Lori. I know your heart is hurting in so many ways about it. In times when I am feeling out of sorts, I try to remember that I am so very lucky to have my little family that I love so much to focus on. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't...

Wishing you a surprisingly good weekend.
Peace,
pf