This is not another limbo post, so before you skip off to some other blog, hear me out.
I've been feeling very light this month, for a variety of reasons. It's my anniversary tomorrow (yes, on valentine's day, and yes, it's corny, but I love it anyway), and I'm being surprised. Does knowing that I'm being surprised make it any less of a surprise? I'm also being surprised (I'm told) for my birthday next week. The spouse has this very infuriating habit of dangling juicy tidbits of half-information which makes me want to hang my tongue out and beg like a puppy to be told all. But no, I'm going to pull myself together, put up a shield of nonchalance and practice my surprised expression in the mirror. :P
I just found out I'm going to be able to go home for a couple of months. YAY. Yours truly has also managed to procure a raise, so more cause for celebration. I will be drinking heavily for the next week or so, and if you see me on the street (if I'm not plastered to a wall or face down in a ditch) say hi, and I might buy you a shot, even if it isn't your birthday. I'm feeling generous.
On a healthier note, I've been eating a bloody ton of leaves and fruits and vegetables, and greeting morning bowel movements like well loved old friends. If you think that's too much information, we'll talk after a week of you eating nothing but salad every night. The joy is indescribable! If you're wondering why I've been chewing the cud, it's a result of A's obsession to eat even more healthy and lose even more weight...I tell you the man is a bit cuckoo. I can't wholeheartedly complain though..there's not much weight to a counter argument! Haaaa. I crack myself up.
I'm off to start my week of binge drinking with some home-made blueberry mojitos! Oh yumm, yumm, yummm!
