A lot has happened over the last few weeks. We moved, I turned 30, we had two straight weeks of visitors, Matthew's latest virus landed him his very own nebulizer and enough albuterol to last us till the end of time, I lost my faith in humanity, and I got a mosquito bite directly under my eyelid, which made me look like the mosquito smacked me in the face with her vengeful fist instead of just engaging in a little evening blood sucking.
All things considered, the mosquito incident seemed an appropriate metaphor for my life these past weeks, what with the vengeful fist and blood sucking and all. I would have mentioned it before, but the whole losing faith in humanity thing caused me to lose my will to write for awhile. Let's just say that it wasn't a pleasant experience. Particularly the part where David and I got called all sorts of names we've never been called before because we are decent, honest people who don't deserve such things . I mean, really. We leave notes on cars we backed into and pay off houses we're underwater on. We don't even cross the solid white line of the HOV lane, right David?
(This is where you all leave comments saying what great people we are).
So, trying to forget our faith-in-humanity problem, last night we caught up on our backlogged DVR. We laughed at some lame sitcom jokes. Then David laughed a little too knowingly at a post-baby-body joke. Afterwards he made eyes at me in a way that made me think he was going to tell me I was beautiful and that he loves me just the way I am.
He said, "Let's go to bed and read."
But, considering I had the latest release from award-winning author, Stephanie Black, in my hands, it wasn't too bad of a deal. Besides, it was funny when I screamed as a mosquito buzzed right in my ear canal and scared the bejeebers out of David, who was several chapters ahead of me in the same book. Good one, Steph. Got him right as the floor was creaking ominously above the heroine.
Plus, I woke up this morning to an email that means we can officially put the past few weeks of drama behind us. Things are looking up. I probably shouldn't count my chickens before they hatch, though, seeing as I did spend a healthy part of last evening standing on a crack underneath a ladder, sucking up construction dust with a shop vac.
No black cats or broken mirrors, though, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
3 comments:
You and David are totally awesome people, and I'm sorry you had to go through all that garbage.
Thanks for the laugh about the mosquito incident. Heehee!
Yep, you are awesome. Super awesome. I am sorry that you have (ever so temporarily) lost your faith in humanity. I know it will come back. I mean, if you haven't lost it permanently yet, with all you read and write about society's ills, it will come back now. It is so hurtful when people are mean. It is all consuming and makes you just want to lock your door and tell the whole world to go to hell. been there. More than once. love you, miss you.
Oh Bonnie - I can't imagine what kind of horrid brush you've had with INhumanity. I'm so sorry. And that mosquito bite sounds lethal. Why do those kind of things happen to you? ;) Happy Birthday!! And Yeah! You're moved in!? When you get all that dust cleaned up let us know if we can bring a house-warming gift! xo
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