Be sure to wear a flower in your hair

The guy next to me on the Muni (and by "next to", I mean literally sharing skin cells, because holy crap it was crowded) was trying to reassure all of us that being wedged between masses of strangers on a nasty train in a crowded city isn't that bad, because in Japan they use brooms to actually push people into every little crevice between the walls of flesh on their trains. I don't know about that...but I DID find this, which is equally disaster/lawsuit-waiting-to-happen:


Also, while clutching my sides and eating cereal and watching this (Happy Mother's Day!) with Milo while waiting for Nolan, at one point we heard this howling and thundering outside. After ascertaining that the wind almost blew our house down, Milo and I just stopped and looked at each other, and I'm fairly certain that our souls connected on a profound level in that moment, which was, "what the HELL is wrong with the weather here." Next time I feel like he and I are sharing thoughts, I will find that chick from Freaky Friday and ask her if she has any fortune cookies left, and how much are they please, because I would LOVE to be Milo for a day.

Christmas must be on its way

As much as I adore my husband, sometimes I really enjoy my time alone. Like, not even alone, but I mean...living alone. Heh. Like last night for example? He was at the hospital since yesterday morning until 8am this morning, and so I stayed at the gym as long as I wanted, I took a long shower, I walked around looking frumpy, I ate a bowl of cereal for dinner at 8:30pm, and then I watched The Office in bed until I could no longer keep my eyes open. I'm a very independent person, and I am starting to think that is going to come in handy being a doctor's wife. On the other hand, who wouldn't miss coming home to this:

Instead, I came home to an overexcited Milo, who alternated between jabbing his filthy paw into my cereal and chewing on an electric socket.

You know, San Francisco never ceases to amaze me. I have seen all manner of things here, and it just never gets old. I mean the homeless woman peeing on a mailbox RIGHT outside of a Starbucks gets old, but sometimes I see things that are just...bizarre. Like:

I stop for a second, pull out the iPhone to take a picture, and then keep walking to catch my Muni to work. Because why wouldn't I have expected to see snow on a curb by the beach this morning.

froth.

Sometimes I run out of things to do with my days and then I am asleep in bed, thinking about all the things I could have blogged about, and make a mental note to mention them the next day. Then that does't work either, because, sweet mercy, I have been swamped. Today? Of COURSE I have no idea what I was thinking of writing before because that's how my brain works. My attention span is the size of a peanut.

My Twilight obsession has been running rampant again. It's like a good disease; dies down for a bit, but then the slightest irritation sets it ablaze again. Hhhh. Good thing Nolan has been running long shifts at the hospital, because just last night he was telling me that he loves having a thoughtful wife who spoils him, and I'm fairly sure he would recant if he saw me ditching him to froth at the mouth over this addiction...again. Only what, less than a year ago, he and a friend were telling friends that they wanted their wives back! and to please burn all Twilight books if you don't want to lose a loved one for a few months. That time, I didn't surface for at least a month. This time I'm thinking it will be quicker...until the next trailer comes out.

nonstop

Whew...new post tomorrow, my lovelies...I promise!

unprofessional:

I don't think I would have been considered for this job if this had been stuck on my wrist during the interview:

Thank God that I'm safe and sound here, because Nolan just HAD to test out his surgical pen, and it hasn't come off yet. At least I can be thankful that he decided to draw something romantic--there are worse options... <3

I had to sleep on the couch again last night because I was coughing so hard that the bed was shaking...and I wanted to be near the sink so I could spit up my loogies into it at any moment. So this morning, Nolan got up for his shift at 5am, and carried me back to bed so he wouldn't wake me while he was getting ready. He must really love me, to endure that morning breath as my tongue lolled out of my mouth and onto his shoulder and I snored in his arms. Apparently the other night I was sleep-talking too, and told him he was late for his shift, so he jumped up and started getting ready...at 2:30am. I suck when I'm sick.

All that, and I haven't been to the gym in over a week. Mmm, attractive.

Stumbled.

Just because I "stumbled upon" this...

I Saw The Sign

Tonight we have a date with victory as we once again battle the Longs for domination of Catan. Huzzah! Tomorrow, I have a date with my pillow because I am tired of being sick and tired...in general. This morning when I was brushing my teeth, I actually coughed up a booger. Through my mouth. I know, disgusting, right? Yeah well, THAT is a good mental image for you of how I've been feeling as of late.

Today may also be the first day that I haven't received a single text message (yet), and it's making me depressed. Apparently Milo hasn't peed on any books, my dad is no longer wondering what "w00t" means, Nolan hasn't delivered a baby or run into any rednecks, and ylehsa hasn't spilled yogurt all over herself in an overzealous attempt at bringing Edward Cullen into her life. SOB. What is my life coming to. Although...the other day on the Muni, I DID sit next to a homeless woman playing a ukelele and softly singing "I Saw The Sign". A cornucopia, I'm telling you.