If you remember from last Wednesday, I haven’t exactly been having the best week. On top of NOT SLEEPING EVER, I found out I have to have oral surgery in a couple days, and for the past week most of my meals have either been soup… or looked like this:
Yeah. That used to be a chicken nugget. ONE. Deeeeeee LISH. I’m either 5 years old, or 95. Also, shuddup about the fact that I’m eating off a paper plate on the couch under a comforter. Sick = all normal human functioning rules of etiquette and decency go out the window, obviously.
Anyhoo, we all know the one thing that DOES make me super happy and joyful is THE HOLIDAYS!. And you’ll remember that B and I had a little trouble decorating our first-ever Christmas Tree in our first-ever home:
Um, yeah… cute, in a sad way? Maybe?
So one night this week, after I’d been pouting (read: crying) about the pain and lack of solid food and oodles of medication and impending surgery and overall UNFAIRNESS of it all, B took the opportunity to pull out a new, fully functioning string of soft and glowy Christmas lights (the original strand we’d bought was half busted). I watched as he painstakingly threaded it around our lil tree, making sure it was even, as I am anal about my Christmas-tree-lighting technique. Then he threaded all of the colorful ornamental balls (ha!) I’d bought with paperclips (thanks Little Ms. Blogger!) and decorated the branches, one by one, until it was truly boo-tee-ful:
When he was done, we turned the lights off for the full effect of True Christmas Spirit:
And it was truly lovely. My heart warmed as I thought about all the fun that lay ahead in the next few weeks; month, even. All the family and fireplaces and gift giving and strangers smiling and warm drinks and good friends there will be… how could I be anything but happy?
And then I snuggled up to B on the couch and said,
“There’s going to be a lot of bad days… and I want you by my side for all of them.”
He starting to hug me, then thought about what I’d said and pulled back, laughing.
“Wait, what?”
I realized how I’d sounded and tried to correct myself: “Well, you know, I meant, like, over forever!”
He continued to laugh at me and said, “I know what you meant. It’s just never been presented to me quite that way.”
“Whatever,” I pouted. “All I meant was there’s gonna be a lot of shitty days, and I want you there to suffer through them all with me.”
Ah, love… I know these guys know exactly what I meant.
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The tree looks gorgeous! Well done, B.
And, maybe it’s a girl thing, but you’re original “bad days” comment totally sounds like something I’d say. So I know exactly what you mean.
*sniff*
No, I just have something in my eye…really. Shaddup.
aww, your tree is dazzling! love it!
good luck with the surgery dear! i hope you feel better asap.
and how cute are you and B, for serious?
Seriously, the level of shmoopy shmoopedness you two exhibit makes me (have more optimism than I should, get the same thing that Fearless has in her eye, extremely happy for you both, want to start dating more,) vomit in my mouth a little.
The wee tree is looking big and proud! I know exactly what you meant and “that’s LOVE”
Feel better darlin xxx
jeez. whats up with you and everyone else being like super sicky? And only a week after just meeting me. Coincidence? hmmmm maybe this is a bad time to rsvp for the bloggeration ball?
Feel better wouldja?!!?
Ah, BooBoo! He’s a keeper. Feel better.
you have a snazzy Christmas tree and love?
but seriously, hooray! for both.
“..there’s gonna be a lot of shitty days, and I want you there to suffer through them all with me.”
when i get married, that’s going in my wedding vows. thanks!
cute tree too! hope the surgery goes well, and for the meantime, keep coping as best as possible!!!!
@Doug: It’s never a bad time to RSVP YES to the Bloggeration Ball. Drink enough and it’ll kill all germs.
@LiLu: Same thing I commented over at Lem. Need anything, just call. Especially at 4 a.m. I’ll be up and eating corn on the cob. Nom nom nom. (sorry, couldn’t help myself)
Liebchen: Glad to know I’m not alone! It made sense in my head…
Fearless: I’ll try to leave it up til the Bloggeration Ball, so you can see it!
Brookem: We do have our moments. All kinds of moments.
Refugee: Then my work here is done.
Fiona: I heart you, dear. Truly.
Doug: It’s NEVER a bad time! You better be there, gigolo. (I wanted to call you a hooker, but it doesn’t really translate for guys…)
Miss Scorpio: He is. But don’t encourage him. And thank you
f.B: It’s getting snazzier by the minute!
dmb5 libra: You and me both, lady!
Katherine: I can’t remember the last time I nommed anything. I’m not allowed to nom. So much soup…
Ha!
This is going to be a really difficult marriage but I want you to know I’m in it to win it!
Well done, B.
And am I reading this right…that is ONE nugget? That is a feat.
Well, as long as you’re inviting him along for the good days, too! How sweet.
And get better. I’m on day two of antibiotics and they’re finally working. Thank the Baby Jesus.
Remember when I told you a Chef story and send you a picture and you said you wanted to eat his face? I want to eat your face.
See being schmoopy is FUN.
Oopps sent…not send. See out of work and cannot spell. I’m five or 95.
One chicken nugget?!?!
You’re stronger than I. Can’t have just 45.
M@: I’m confused. You’ve been watching that polygamy show on HBO, haven’t you?
Lemm: Well, it was more of a tender, to be fair to the chicken. It was trying.
Kate: The baby Jesus is merciful.
Kass: I DO remember. It was true then and it’s true now. NOM.
Can we be in play group together?
rs27: Oh, this was the last one. Of many. Believe me.
Did you put that nugget through a paper shredder?
I LOVE your tree. A true tale of woe and victory if e’er there were one. (Sorry, all the old holiday movie lingo is catching up with me).
I love you. You know I am here when you need me. Maybe I can quarantine you and Lem and put on my nurses outfit and take care of you both.
Oh wait, I don’t have a nurse’s outfit.
OR DO I.
The word oral makes me laugh.
I have had to have oral surgery before and oral surgery is not fun. There are very few oral things that I am down with. Hope all goes well with your oral surgery, cause oral surgery sucks.
Oral out.
I can’t stop laughing now.
But cheer up, it is almost TMI Thursday.
“Oral surgery” is when you just talk about it, right? I mean, there aren’t any actual implements involved, are there?
Seriously, mouth/tooth pain is the worst. Hope you come through with flying colors and feel better.
Great, just what I need. Needles in my ass from sleeping on your couch. ;o) Please get better soon…
Hope you’re feeling better soon sweetie. I was out of the office Monday and Tuesday myself with a bit of a thing. A thing where even chocolate made me throw up a bit in my mouth. And that’s just the saddest thing I’ve ever heard…today.
Aw, you’re sweet. I am a very fortunate woman and I know it (there’s always lousy stuff to deal with but having someone to bitch to makes all the difference.) And vice versa. You know, on occasion.
You and B have the makings of a great love story. I hope you’re on the mend soon and completely!
Nice tree – your balls look great!