It has been a helluva week. 

I had really hoped today would be easy.  I mean, I went to GREAT LENGTHS to make today easy.  And I had lunch plans!  That involved sushi! 

And, as could be predicted, it went to hell in a handbasket.  Everyone’s in SUCH an ugly mood around here.  It’s horrible.

And no sushi.  None. (Monday, right?)

At this risk of looking majorly clingy, I read this post today and it made me guffaw.  The clingy part is where we emailed further AND I added her to my Google Links AND now I’m linking to her in this post.  I swear I’m not clingy.  I’m a redhead, after all.

So while we were temporarily evicted, my second (and final, now) month of my pre-packaged food diet came in.  I have a bone to pick about this that I realized as I unpacked my next month of food.  As in most of these kinds of diets, you can pick your meals.  I picked what sounded okay to me the first month, and through trial-and-error I’ve learned what I will eat (cheese tortellini and three-cheese chicken pasta) and what I won’t (why did I pick split pea soup?).  So I tailored my second month to that knowledge.

THEY STILL SENT ME CRAP I WON’T EAT.  I was livid.  So instead of lunches ONLY consisting of cheese tortellini and tomato-and-corn chowder, I received ANOTHER two things of split pea soup, chicken a la king, and beef stew.  STEW?  SERIOUSLY?  So, I will not be continuing this.  Split pea soup.  BLECH.

(In defense of split pea soup, I had some very good split pea soup in the town of Solvang, CA.  But I cannot eat it without envisioning The Exorcist.)

In other news, we had a fantabulous rehearsal last night for The Vagina Monologues.  If you’re in our lovely little Northern Alabama metro, you should definitely come out to see it in March.  I am the angry vagina.  And I sure do love saying that.

I’ve been on radio silence for the last two days, because every time I turned around SOMETHING ELSE WENT KAPUT.  Seriously.  It’s been a helluva week in our world, and while we’ve come out unscathed (thus far), we’re freakin’ exhausted and counting our blessings where we find them.

Very, VERY random things to catch you up:

• You cannot connect brass fittings to a plastic hose.
• Fix-a-Flat means your tire must be replaced.
• WalMart is, in fact, owned and operated by Lucifer himself.
• Philosophy’s Shear Splendor smells like lemon custard.
• Cajun french fries do not taste cajun and taste very little like french fries.
• Cats do NOT like contract workers.
• There is no available child care in this city.

Got it?  Good.  Now you’re all caught up.

Moving on: it snowed all day yesterday.  Big ole fat snowflakes.  Which is uncommon here in HuntsVegas.  It never accumulated, but it was so cool to watch.

I have not run since last week.  I’m feeling it in my hips.

Tonight, for the first time this week, we’re sleeping in our bed at our house.  This is SO INCREDIBLY EXCITING.  Many, many thanks to my family for letting us crash at their pad while we had major construction on our house.  It was fun, but we are so ready to just sit around in our underwear and scratch ourselves.