I recieved this touching email today.

“I would like to introduce myself as Mrs. Fatima Ali, of Repulic of Benin, widow to Late Mr. Usman Ali (for Consular of the benin embassy in Madrid,Spain.I have been recently been daigonosed of Cancer of the Pelvics.

I am writing from my sick bed.”

Cancer of the Pelvics.  That’s the worst kind.
 

So..

I’m driving home, and I stop to get gas.  I browse the advertisements around, and they’ve all got the "A New Year, a New You!" theme.  You know the kind.. gyms have it, diet centers have it.. they all want to cash in on your New Year’s Resolution guilt.

But this one was different.

In the "A New Year, A New You!" insert, they were advertising something odd.  A carton of cigarettes.

To each his own, I suppose.

So yesterday, I drove along Mr. PJ for almost three miles.  I was making quite the fool of myself next to him.. picking my nose, acting crazy, just generally trying to catch his attention as we drove to work.  He never once looked over.  He clearly hates me.

Which is fine.  It’s not like he makes me laugh or anything.  It’s not like I LOVE HIM.

….

I LOVE YOU, PJ!!  PUH-LEEZE LOOK AT ME!!

Anyway.. I am tired.  I remember, back around Christmas, when Steph was exhausted.  Her whole family was going through the same virus, and BB was cranky, and the WildeChicks met for coffee one morning and she was utterly worn slap out.  I now look at her with great respect, because I have just one sickie in my house, and I’m worn slap out.  And my heart goes out to him.. he’s in the middle of a Lyric show, which is really stress unlike any other in town (unless you’ve done an IMP show), so there’s not time to be sick.  Or weak.  Or tired.  You just have to keep on trucking.  So he comes home and falls out.

But bless his heart.. he was a blessing last night.  He slept in The Boy’s room.. which allowed me a full night’s sleep.  It was GLORIOUS.  Sure, I missed waking up next to him, and he’s currently still curled up asleep.. but I SLEPT FOR EIGHT HOURS STRAIGHT, PEOPLE!!  I am a new woman!

We also watched THE MOST messed up Wife Swap ever.  EVER.  This one family was the saddest excuse of a marriage I’ve ever witnessed.  It was like watching the Real World.. several strangers trying to cohabitate.  Very sad.  It broke my heart.  Bryan and I talked about it for a long time.  He understood it more than most.

It’s true.. sometimes bad things have to happen so better things can find their way to you.

Keboobalah just sent me an email with a bear on it.  He said the bear looked like me.  I don’t find this very flattering.  Although.. the bear was dressed in a deluge of pink, so that might be the similarity.

I hope everyone has a lovely Tuesday!