I thought I'd give this "blogging" thing a try again and so I wrote this really boring post about how I saw Ed at Target again and how this time, I approached him and talked to him, but did not hug him because MAN, was I "ripe", if you know what I'm sayin' and how I was SO excited about meeting Ed, that I accidently left my camera's memory card in the photo machine at Target and how I FREAKED OUT when I realized that I had done that on Thankgiving morning and how I threw a tantrum because OH MY GOD I CAN NOT TAKE PICTURES ON THANKSGIVING, but how I cried tears of joy when I found my "spare" memory card and was able to take a few pictures but then I deleted the entire post because BLAHBLAHBLAH who cares about any of that?
My husband just now told me that I should probably go ahead and "make him a doctor's appointment" because he's been having chest pains (FOR THREE WEEKS) and his stomach is constantly hurting him.
He hasn't bothered to say anything or go to the doctors because he just "assumed" it was "indigestion" but now that it's "getting worse" he should "probably see a doctor now."
I told him to go to urgent care RIGHT NOW and his response was as follows.
"I KNEW I shouldn't have told you because you were going to make a big deal out of it and overreact and I am NOT going to urgent care right now."
To which I responded as follows.
"If you die of a heart attack in your sleep tonight I will NEVER FORGIVE YOU for not going to the doctors and leaving your children without a father." (Because, I watch movies, and that's what they always say in the movies!)
He laughed because he's "not going to have a heart attack" *eyeroll* because, you know, PEOPLE DON'T DIE OF HEART ATTACKS IN THEIR 40's! Ever!
I fart too much and I'm at the doctors office telling him I think I may have some sort of cancer because IT'S NOT NORMAL TO FART LIKE THAT IS IT? He has chest pains on his LEFT SIDE and he mocks me for suggesting he go to urgent care.
You can bet your ass I won't be sleeping tonight because I'm going to be too busy making sure "someone isn't having a heart attack.
p.s. I gained 4 pounds which is really funny considering I still have 45 to lose (now, make that 49!) and I'm going to Vegas on Friday and to Laughlin in 2 weeks and I SWORE I would be down at least 15 pounds by "then" and ha! ha! I'm up FOUR!
even if you didn't get the quantity of pics you wanted... the quality is what counts... and those photos are just beautiful. the happiness just shines in each photo. great memories, Y.