Thursday, February 25, 2010
You guys, I'm losing my shit. Who am I to tell you not to borrow dogs for your wedding when I'm running around the internet borrowing photos of hipster puppies and bizarre, beautiful hairless cats?
Actually, I think I'm lonely. After almost a year of working from home, H-town just started a new three-month gig that is taking him away for roughly 12-14 hours a day. The waking hours, basically. When he got the offer, I was all for it. First of all, we can use the money. And secondly, I thought, This is my chance! He'll go do his thing and I'll work all day long! I'll be so creative! The jury is out on whether or not I'm actually more creative when I'm rattling around alone. But come 8 o'clock, all I can think is, Wah. Where is my husband?
The good news is, the dirty dishes are not piling up at all. They feed him while I eat granola and yogurt for lunch and a turkey sandwich for dinner. It's like I'm single again. I am getting a little concerned about my consumption of fruit and vegetables. Must walk to the farmer's market tomorrow. MUST.
The whole car-sharing thing has suddenly kicked into high gear, and H is being a super star. He biked to Beachwood Canyon and back yesterday, in the rain, because I needed the Volvo to get to a meeting that was canceled. All I can say is I better step up my whole exercise regime* before he gets in really good shape and realizes what a blob I am.
(Photos of Hiro, or Hirohito Yoda, by fine little day)
*What exercise regime?
**Update: I completely forgot to mention that this hairless cat post was sorta inspired by this bald rad post. I gave Peonies shit for reposting it, but I love it. Obv.