So, we have our grand old time Friday night with D and A! FUN! We ran around and futzed on Saturday then opened most of our gifts to each other Sat night. I got LOTS of music! Thanks to everyone! I also have to give a special thanks to D for the really unique blown glass vase she found for me. It’s the coolest thing EVAH!
The trip to Knoxvegas was mostly uneventful. We did the family thang on Christmas Eve then Nick and I drank champagne and got busy on June’s new couch in the front room. Ha!
Unfortunately, at around 3 or 4am I was awakened by horrible cramps + nausea indicating the 2.5 week return of that bitch Aunt Flo. Godsdammit! This was the evil ovary, so the cramping was extremely intense. I didn’t sleep any more after that and pretty much the whole of Christmas day was lost to the cramps. FUCK THIS. I am SO getting a hysterectomy. I don’t give a shit how much it costs! The divorce is going to happen, folks, it’s a done deal. I’m just really sorry that Nick went through his vasectomy for ME only to have this happen a year later. Had I known that my body would go to shit when I went off the pill, I’d have arranged for a hysterectomy in the first place and left poor Nick alone. He’s such a good man to do that for me. I despise my uterus and I’m *thisclose* to performing a field hysterectomy with a ShopVac. This whole situation is just plain old FRELLED and I’m very frustrated. My Chinese doc insists that a hysterectomy is ‘too much’ and all this can be handled with acupuncture, but I don’t think so. I can’t put up with this shit for 6 more months while I get stabbed every two weeks on top of the neverending period. Oh, NO.
Ah, but I digress. Yesterday was grand. We drove all day, but it was worth it. We stopped by and chatted with Jean while dropping off the presents for the kids. Then we hightailed it up to Tazwell TN (NO, I don’t know why it’s spelled TazEwell on the maps.) to pick poor Rhonda who’d been trapped up there with her family since Saturday. I’ll give you one phrase to sum up that place: there was a piece of squirrel meat (we *think*) hanging on the front porch by the door apparently drying or ageing or something. Nevermind that it was raining…
Yah. So we scooped up our girl and then headed to the Airport which is on the other side of Knoxville in Alcoa (near Maryville on the map). We checked her bag then went across the street for food and drinks at Applebees. The margaritas were tasty and their new FRIED PICKLES were sooooo yummy! After a couple of hours we had to take Rhonda back to the airport to catch her flight, which sucked. I really wish we lived closer together. I love that girl!!
Then we came BACK up to Knoxville to sober up and pack our bags then head out for home. We got here around 11pm, which made it about 10 hours on the road. After sharing stories with Ben it was around 1am and we all took tamazepam and crashed. I awoke this morning to the phone ringing and realised that the mountain of work waiting for us has begun its avalanche and we’re off to the races.
Which means I need to get the hell off here and go to Decatur to pick up the payroll.
::sigh:: It’s gonna be a short and VERY busy week.