Queen of Rambles

I was a very bad girl today and made good use of my seam ripper. My bumpectomy stitches were driving me nuts, so I took a notion to get rid of them. I resisted temptation for about an hour before I gave in to the inevitable and cut them off. Normally I wouldn’t have resisted temptation that long for something like that, but Mike landed in the emergency room when I removed stitches from one of his mole surgeries and I did not want to spend four hours hanging out in the ER because I don’t know how to follow doctor’s orders. I actually removed stitches from three different mole removal surgeries and two were fine. The third one didn’t heal up all the way and was oozing nasty pus. Gross. Lucky Mike got to go spend a Saturday alone in the ER to make sure his leg didn’t fall off. Normally I would have gone with him, but there was no way I was going to take MisterE to the midst of that hot bed of death. Don’t you know the ER is the perfect place to stage a gun fight? Ok, so I watch too much TV.

My stitches were fine and my wound healed cleanly. You can barely tell there was a problem, other than the half-dollar sized bald spot in middle of my forehead. I’m getting really good at the comb over. Now I just need to call the doctor’s office and cancel my suture removal appointment. Anyone want to call for me? I’m scared they are going to yell at me. I don’t like to be yelled at.

The last couple of days I’ve been watching a little bit of daytime TV and am especially fond of “Look Ten Years Younger” (not sure if that is the exact title). I’ve decided I need to go have someone do something about my face and my teeth. My ten year college reunion is in October so I think I should have my teeth whitened before then. I don’t know what can be done about my face, but they do all sorts of things to the ladies on the show and it really makes a huge difference in their looks. Maybe I should just buy some good make-up and call it a day. Really, who am I trying to impress? I’ve got a husband who loves me. I have a baby who loves me. That’s all a woman needs, right?

Two of my ex-roommates have joined forces and started a Homecoming blog. So far I am the only one who has commented on it. I haven’t had any contact with any of these people in ten years and I am suddenly desperate for them to comment on a blog. I need to know what they have all done with their lives. NEED! NEED I tell you.

Today was our three year anniversary and it turned out to be our most romantic one yet.

Don’t worry; there shall be no gooky romantic stuff here.

Mike got home about an hour later than planned; we whisked off to an Italian restaurant with baby in tow, and then ate our food in near silence while watching MisterE sling his puree all over the place. Mike’s job is exhausting both of us this week. I can’t wait for September to roll around. He should be done with the soul sucking software changes and be able to telecommute and come home at a decent hour. My mom was telling me that she’s been dreaming about having another granddaughter so I need to get pregnant quickly. She clearly has no idea what that would do to my mental state. I can’t imagine taking care of two babies without any outside support. It’s one thing to have family around—it’s quite another to be all alone for most of the day with two demanding children. There is no doubt that I would have a nervous break down if I had to try to handle two children. I want to have a sibling for Erik, but the time is just not right. We aren’t getting any younger, but how can I willingly put even more strain on our lives? I’ve read studies that women with one child are significantly happier than women with two children. It’s all very confusing, but I really need my mom to lay off. It’s not going to happen any time soon.

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