Emphatic, Dramatic, You’re Like A PsychosomaticOctober 27, 2010
October 25 AP 298– Being a kid; giggling; play-fighting. Y’all, I could do this effing all day. I have no idea why. I love to feel comfortable being a dork. In the happiest days of my marriage I remember taking great effort to silently crawl down our hallway and into our bedroom to jump up and scare Ben. More often than not he’d catch on to my scheme and prepare himself to scare me back. At the end of our marriage we didn’t play anymore and the kid in me was all but strangled to death… But I think I’m rediscovering it, perhaps much to the annoyance of my “victims” :]
October 26 AP 299– Ruby Tuesday salad bar. Laugh it up, Nicholas. Laugh.it.up.
Side story. I thought I’d take a moment to fill ya’ in on how absolutely breathtakingly romantic Nick is. You know, to make you jealous. Because that’s what I do. So, like last week, after a few weeks of telling me he’s broke and can’t do anything, Nick decides he has some extra cash and he up and announces: I WANT TO TAKE YOU OUT, to anywhere you’d like to go- you choose a place! So of course I am all, RUBY TUESDAY! And without hesitation Nick is all, “No,” because don’t I care about quality of food!? So, out of “ANYWHERE” he narrows my options down to two obviously superior restaurants (because apparently I was no longer qualified to judge worthiness of places for our once-in-forever outing): Max & Erma’s and Texas Roadhouse. We ended up at Texas Roadhouse, by the way, in case you were curious.
So apparently the Ruby Tuesday salad bar is nothing special and I should have no reason to like it. Oh, the scrutiny I endure. Hey, I like what I like.
And just in case Ruby Tuesday salad bar is a repeat appreciation (something tells me it is, but I can’t remember!) I also want to appreciate my parents’ enduring patience and love and cooperation and acceptance. When my world was turned upside down, I turned theirs around right with it. I have kind of hardened myself to that fact, because feeling guilty about that is just one more thing atop a mountain of guilt and regret that I just can’t emotionally deal with right now… but I want them both to know that I am eternally grateful that they haven’t dumped me in the streets yet after suffering through numerous depression/stress/anxiety meltdowns. And let me just tell ya’- when I’m not being passive aggressive I’m mouthy and bullheaded and indignant. Putting up with me is a chore. And pretty soon I’ll get to say, “just ask my ex husband.”
I have the Best Parents Ever.