(Scene: Morning, the Casa kitchen. Army Boy is eating some cereal, Wesley is chewing on things he shoudn’t be chewing on, and Brooke is getting coffee ready.)
(She turns to the kitchen tablet bearing two steaming mugs.)
Army Boy: There’s a spoon in yours. Did you ACTUALLY measure out tablespoons of creamer??
(Wesley continues chewing on things he shouldn’t. Brooke sets her mug down and fixes him with a scathing glare.)
Brooke:….Duh, WINNING.
(End scene.)
A little over two years ago, I decided to start online dating. Shortly after that, I got the bright idea that I’d share with the Internets how it was going.
Even more shortly after THAT, I met Army Boy and he ruined my blog idea.
So, we’re happy, we’re hunky-dory, we’ve got the house and the ring and the puppy and the honeymoon to Ireland in the works…
But of course, something insidious was creeping into the picture. No, quite literally.
See, here’s me when Army Boy and I first got together. It’s a familiar shot, and has been my pic on my profile page for quite some time.
Two weekends ago, we got together with the family for a birthday celebration, and this happened:
WHO IS THAT GIRL?! Where did she come from?!?! She is… doughy! And round-faced and…
Oh. That’s ME?
“They” say that you have a moment when you hit the wall, and can’t keep going forward the way you have been. That picture was my moment. When I couldn’t ignore the fact that I had gained WEIGHT. All Caps. I could no longer put my finger on the excuses of “I’m so busy!”, “There’s snow everywhere and it’s cold!”, “I’m soooo tired from getting up at 5am with the puppy”, etc etc etc to infinity.
I’m getting married in 6 months. And I will NOT be happy if I have to look back at wedding pictures where I don’t look like me.
Last week I got serious. I got a scale, dusted out the old pilates dvds and the bike, and started a diet. EW. I can’t believe I just used the d-word here on my blog.
I know this probably sounds bad and self-loathey, and I don’t mean to come off like that. However, my filter that appears to have applied to online dating also applies to dieting (AGH THAT WORD AGAIN), and I have trouble being anything but honest.
Like about how I fantasize about walking into the next row and decking the size 4 girl who just sat down with a massive plate of Chinese food. Gaaahhh…
In all honesty, I’ve had some great role models lately that let me know how awesome losing weight can feel (notably The Yezel and Erika at Parsing Nonsense), and let’s face it… It IS wedding year. Not to be the total stereotype who grows out her hair and immediately goes on a diet- shit, I gained weight since getting engaged, obviously, but I can’t assume that the dress is going to go on and voila! Instant princess!
Here’s the problem: I LOVE food. I love cooking it, I love eating it, I love watching programs about it and trying new things. I typically don’t drink my calories- I EAT them. And enjoy every second of it.
Since last week, I’ve bitched, moaned, complained, wanted to quit, and felt like a failure (at dieting. How silly) I railed against the fact that I had to think about each and every thing I’m eating, and that thinking about food that much made me want to EAT IT MORE. And finally, I think I’m coming out the other side. Looking at this as more of a challenge than a sentence. It’s safe to say I’m getting a handle on the daily routine, and making the necessary changes that will hopefully jumpstart me on my way back to a body that I can live with.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled snarking.
What? Of course he’s Irish!
“Do you watch ‘Glee’?”
“No… So-and-so does.”
“Well, they did original songs last night. It was pretty great. One of the girls sang one called ‘Hell to the No.’”
“Do I want to know what that’s about?”
“Just attitude. Oh, and they had two high school boys kissing.”
“WHAT?! This is why I don’t watch ‘Glee.’”
“Right?! I was like, ‘Um, it’s 8:30… too early for this trash.’ Fortunately, my daughter was texting and not paying attention.”
“WHY WERE THEY KISSING?”
“Because… they like each other?”
Yeah, that just happened here in the Frat House. And I’m not going to lie… both of those people just dropped a WHOLE SHIT-TON in my esteem. In addition to the disappointment I feel toward those individuals, there’s lingering sadness. Are we really still so far behind? These comments, coming from supposedly “educated” people, cast a shadow on my mood this morning.
I’ve made no secret of the fact that I LOVE ‘Glee,’ and think it’s one of the most important shows on television right now. Chris Colfer as Kurt is pure genius, and deserves every accolade he gets and more. The show is handling his homosexuality and budding relationship with Blaine (The AMAZING Darren Criss… someone I know has a huge crush on him.) with extreme sensitivity in every aspect, from their emotional connection to Kurt’s inexperience with physical affection.
SO WHY THE HELL are people still so ignorant?! The very reason that Glee is addressing this right now in a prime-time tv slot is to attempt to educate the closed-minded. Obviously it’s vitally important, especially since it’s making people talk about how uncomfortable they were with the whole thing. If it was two teenage girls (ie Santana and Brittney)? It would be HOT. Not inappropriate for an 8pm time slot.
What was that moment like in our house? I let out a yell, accompanied with fist-pumping, that scared the crap out of Puppy, who was just falling asleep. Even Army Boy, while surprised, let out a “NICE!”
Two men kissing NEEDS to be out there. The double standard about same-sex relationships needs to fall by the wayside. How’s that working for us right now? Increased bullying due to the ever-growing methods of communication, increased awareness of teen suicide due to said bullying… Was Kathy Griffin’s guest parody last night more accurate than amusing when she quipped “We don’t want our children thinking Gay is Ok!”?
Why could this person not, instead of being weirded-out and thankful that their daughter was texting and oblivious, use the kiss between Blaine and Kurt as a teaching moment, or a door to open discussion with her about her feelings about same-sex relationships?
ALSO: This show is rated TV-14 by the FCC. Don’t complain about what your child is “exposed” to, if you’re not going to either a: screen it first to make sure that you’re comfortable with them watching, or b: not allow them to watch something with themes that are far too mature for them. Why have I not heard a workplace dialogue about the teen pregnancy storyline, the alcohol episode, the language (Just last night, Mercedes sang “Hell to the No”) or the CONSTANT talk of sex?
It didn’t help when, in verifying the FCC rating, I stumbled across a charming little sight called “Common Sense Media.” Apparently it’s supposed to be an informative site to help parents decide what their children should and should not watch. The first review was the following:
Not for non-adults? Um, I don’t think it’s for YOU sweetie. I’m going to go back and watch some more gay activity.
Other “helpful” comments included that “There is a boy who is regularly gay.” (as opposed to ‘only sometimes gay’?)
“The second season however has a more sexual topics and gay topics than the first season.” (it’s called addressing current issues)
“There was an entire episode deticated to drinking and other times they show adults drinking. I don’t think it affects teenagers or changes their values but it would probably affect tweens.” (OH MY GOD IT SHOWED ADULTS DRINKING?! PEOPLE OF LEGAL AGE?! HOLY SHIT!)
“i luuuv glee, but some really nasty parts to it.especially in a episode where they get drunk and play spin the bottle.” (That spin-the-bottle… the original menace to society. Even worse than that rock and roll music.)
“In one episode a teacher gives students pills for energy. And the cheerleading coach is senile and aggressive, abusing students.” (Uh huh. You don’t even watch the show.)
“I havent watched a lot of the episodes but i watched a clip of one and in the clip i say them playing spin the bottle and making out and a guy throwing feathers at a girl in just underwear and a bra. I also say a drunk girl holding a bottle. But i still think its for ages 12 and up and for 11 yr olds if they are mature” (A: SPELLING. B: NOT FEATHERS!! C: Also doesn’t watch the show. D: Still thinks it’s ok for mature 11 year olds despite FEATHERS!@)
I’m not going to lie- I stopped reading. Rather than making me feel hopeful about the future of tolerance in our country, I saw a picture of ignorance (on many levels)(FEATHERS!) that is bleak as ever.
Instead of ending on that totally depressing note, I will say that I am thrilled beyond words that “Glee” is pushing the boundaries it does, and opening the door for discussion among those who aren’t frightened by serious teen issues. The show uses its prevalence to make extremely comments on society between those catchy musical numbers, and those comments can only lead to positive impact when discussed in the right context.
Also: Blaine + Kurt 4 EVA!
(FEATHERS?!)
“One Day”- David Nicholls 
I originally found this book recommended among the best of 2010, and was able to read an excerpt on Amazon. I was immediately hooked- something about the universal relatability of that “one night” in college where everything seems different the next day spoke to me, and really made me want to follow Dex and Emma through to their conclusion. It wasn’t always easy- Dexter becomes, at times, completely unlikeable, but the awkward and sometimes horrifying moments in both stories are what adds that indefinable layer of truth to the story. I wouldn’t necessarily compare it to “Harry and Sally”, like many of the reviewers- that is cotton candy compared to the stories told by Nicholls. Harry and Sally get wrapped up in a nice little bow, where it’s never that simple with Dexter and Emma.
Nicholls has created two characters that are truly archetypes for the modern generation: the aimless, boy-man who believes he can get by on charm alone, and the woman who refuses to settle for anything, be it jobs, men or ideals. I could really relate to Emma’s journey through her 20s, feeling aimless and alone and facing imminent “spinsterhood” in the eyes of those around her.
An emotional journey, but not without its gorgeous descriptions of London and Europe, and its truly humorous moments. You’ll want to visit Dexter and Emma again and again.
“Under the Dome”- Stephen King
Despite my all-pervasive wussiness when it comes to watching scary movies, I can read pretty much anything without a problem. This is especially the case when it comes to Stephen King. Even though I’ve been sucked into his more “horror- based” tales like “Cell” and “Salem’s Lot,” I find that he’s at his absolute best when he’s examining the human condition. Such is the case in “Under the Dome,” a novel of a seemingly idyllic small town in main that is suddenly and inexplicably cut off from the outside world by an invisible force.
Once the initial horror of being trapped in the town wears off the townspeople begin revealing themselves as falling squarely into two camps. The cast of characters is large, yet every individual feels vital to the plot. This becomes extremely important as the town’s “Second Selectman,” James Rennie makes a dangerous power grab that will completely turn the lives of the town’s residents upside-down.
It’s fascinating to watch the chaos that ensues, and just when you think things can’t get any worse? They get WORSE. It’s a massive read at over a thousand pages in paperback, but well worth the effort. The tongue in cheek commentary on some modern cultural icons is amusing, and Stephen King proves that he’s still got a great deal of storytelling left in him.
“Life As We Knew It” and “The Dead and the Gone”- Susan Beth Pfeffer
The first two books of a trilogy dealing with (apparently) one of my favorite subjects: The end of the world. These are two of the most plausible that I’ve read to this point: there are no vampires or aliens. Yet. Maybe she’ll throw some into the third book. (I doubt it.)
In “Life As We Knew It”, Miranda is a high school sophomore in a small town in Pennsylvania. The story is told through a series of entries in her “diary,” which start out talking about school, boys, and her passion for ice skating. She mentions that everyone is worked up about the possibility of a meteor colliding with the moon, but isn’t particularly worried. It’s only after the meteor hits and pushes the moon off it’s axis that things start to get crazy. Earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanoes are only some of the results of the changed gravitational pull, and soon violence and food shortages result. Fortunately for Miranda and her two brothers, her Mom’s seeming paranoia pays off when they find themselves seemingly well-stocked with food and water. As the power goes out and the weather changes drastically, they realize that they’re all in for a hard winter. Which is a DRASTIC understatement.
After the initial shock of the catastrophe, the family works extremely well together to deal with the extreme changes to their lifestyle. Miranda isn’t the “perfect teenager,” going through spells of fighting with her mother and hating being cooped up with her brothers, but she doesn’t hesitate to step up to the plate when things take a turn for the worse. This book is frightening in a totally realistic way, the tone being “we’re afraid to starve or freeze to death or die of something that should be a treatable disease,” rather than “We’re afraid to have our throats ripped out or our brains eaten.” A fantastic piece of fiction for the younger readers.
“The Dead and The Gone” is the second book of the trilogy, and is actually more of a companion piece than a sequel. We meet Alex Morales and his family on the day the meteor collision occurs, as they go about their daily routine in New York City. Being closer to bodies of water, the reader immediately knows that the city is going to be much harder hit than rural PA. Both of Alex’s parents are away then the cataclysm happens, leaving he and his sisters alone and forced to fend for themselves until they can find out what became of the rest of their family. This book focuses more heavily on the Morales family’s staunch Catholicism, and how it affects the way they react to the changes they face. I personally found it a little unrealistic that the young people would be so set in their faith (Sister Bree is so fervent she’s almost out of touch with reality), but that’s coming from a lapsed Catholic. Don’t take my word too seriously. Alex soon realizes, after seeing how dangerous things are becoming for two young women in the city, both due to poor air quality and men who have no qualms soliciting young girls, that his best choice is to get his sisters out of New York and attempt to find safety, shelter and food further inland.
Though the religion subplot didn’t really resonate with me, I again found myself fascinated by the picture that Pfeffer paints of the beginning of the end of the world. The first book drew me in because of how easily I could picture a rural PA town, and the second kept me hooked with its descriptions of New York City. One particularly vivid scene involving Yankee Stadium still elicits a shudder from me. I’m anxious to see how the trilogy concludes.
Currently Reading: “Sacrifice”~ S.J. Bolton
Next Up: The Mortal Instruments Trilogy, by Cassandra Clare (Courtesy of my fairy godmother over at Bookish), “A Discovery of Witches,” by Deborah Harkness
For those that are my facebook friends, you’ve probably already found out where the final honeymoon choice was. Because you should never tell family anything if you want to be cheeky and keep it secret on your blog for any reason. 😉
No really. I had a status update of “So Psyched to be getting a PASSPORT!” and fam commented “BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO ———!!!”
Anyway.
I also realized that my powers of being mysterious are considerably less than I thought they were, as I’ve left some of you downright confused. This is why I should not quit my day job.
To sum up: Disney was out. England was out. Italy, also out.
However, when I saw that airfare to Dublin, Ireland was approximately the same as airfare to Disney, with lodging considerably less (including breakfast and dinner!), I texted Army Boy, practically vibrating with excitement.
“I think I may have found our honeymoon!!! Show you when we get home!”
We didn’t even bother to start dinner that night, going straight to the computer instead and looking at what I’d found. 
I showed him the hotel I’d picked, and the flight, and he had a very valid idea to look at what it would cost to fly to Shannon instead of Dublin.
“Can I please book? Right now? Before it gets more expensive?!” I pleaded.
“Whoa!! Put the brakes on! This is so not like you… to book a flight with out doing all kinds of research and planning?”
“That’s what makes it fun! And spontaneous! We have 7 months to figure out the other logistics, but incredible airfare and lodging in IRELAND isn’t something to putz around about,” I reasoned.
“Here’s the deal: We’ll look at hotels to make sure we’re totally certain, and I’ll grab a calling card. Then we can call and book Saturday morning if you’re still 100%,” he offered.
We looked, we read, we researched, and made the decision to call Ireland first thing in the morning.
Then, of course, I woke up at 2am with the beginning of the Pirrhana Flu. My first thought was “Oh nooooo, it’s my dad’s birthday today! I can’t be getting sick!”, followed rapidly by “Noooo, we were supposed to call Ireland in the morning!!”
Fast forward through 48 hours of total NON-FUN, to Monday morning when we finally got to make the call and book our room… I tried my hardest not to *squee!* when the front desk at the hotel picked up, and I got to announce “Yes, I need to book a room for my honeymoon?” Or to *squee!* yet again at any point in the conversation when the lovely woman on the other end answered with her totally delicious accent.
So. To sum up what I somehow dragged out into 3 posts, we’re looking forward to 7 days and 6 nights on the Emerald Isle, departing the Monday after we become newlyweds! And I finally get to say that I’ll be leaving the continental US for a real adventure. 🙂
And yes, I totally have the “ridiculously excited” feeling that I was hoping for. I mean, we’re going to be HERE:
(Possibly related: I am a brat. )
(But a brat that is going to IRELAND.)
images via Google images
When we last left our decisionally-challenged heroine (aka ME), she was being a pain in the ass and trying to figure out if Disney was the best choice of a place to totally defile with honeymoon sex spend her honeymoon with Army Boy.
Because the self-imposed deadline of when we wanted the trip booked was fast approaching, I threw myself into organizing the details. I pored through all of the restaurant reviews in my guidebook, planning out where we were most likely to get a nice romantic meal as a break from the shenanigans of the day. I stalked the Disney website keeping my eyes peeled for vacation deals that would apply to our travel dates. We had days allocated to spend at Universal Studios, a day to just relax and enjoy one of the spas on the Disney Resorts. I basically had everything planned to the letter.
Army Boy and I sat down one evening and priced out the trip with everything included, and we’d constructed our own version of an all-inclusive vacation, at Disney. Then we added airfare.
And I stared.
And stared.
“Really? That much? For DISNEY? We could go ANYWHERE for that!” I exclaimed indignantly.
“Uh oh,” Army boy agreed, realizing that the door had suddenly been thrown wide open again. “What’s really bothering you, babe?”
“I know that we’re going to get to take more vacations together, lots more… But this is THE ONE. The trip that we get to splurge on before we have even more strings holding us home in PA.”
“That’s very true. And you know that I’m up to going anywhere,” he chimed in, thinking he was being agreeable.
“Not helping!!! I’ve been looking into this stuff for MONTHS, and most of the feedback I’ve gotten from you has been “whatever you want. Where-ever you think is best.” I need Help!” At that moment, I realized I’d officially come down with a case of bride-brain, and needed real feedback from my partner in crime if we were ever going to book a honeymoon.
“Ok. Well, we know the Caribbean is out. So that’s a help. I’m not a huge fan of Mexico, but I’d go if you saw someplace that you really loved,” Army Boy started, somehow remaining rational in the face of my outburst. “I’ve never done Disney, and I know that we can squeeze in some relaxing by the pool in between our trips to the parks. If you’re not totally sold on the idea, we still do have time.”
“But, I’m Princess Type A! We need it booked NOW! So that I can make all our dining reservations at 6 months out like the recommend! And- and…But at the same time, I’m 27, and I’ve never left the country! That makes me a loser.”
He laughed. “It does not.”
“Says YOU, who got to go all over the place.”
“Ok, Iraq totally doesn’t count.”
“But you got to take that trip in high school to France and Italy and-“
“Point taken. Babe, if you want to use this chance to GO somewhere, let’s do it. You can take a couple of days just to look at your other options again, and make sure that you’re 100% on Disney. I don’t care WHERE we go, I just care that we’ll be married when we go there.” With that, my brain stopped exploding, and got jump-started back into plotting planning mode.
The next day, I decided just to see where the Interwebs took me, and clicked over to some Travel sites of the larger webpages. Somehow I ended up on the Travel Channel website, and decided to narrow my options down simply by clicking around through their “Places and Trips” pages.
Europe seemed like as good a place to start as any. I remembered talking to The Yezel about some of her requirements for a honeymoon. She wanted somewhere beautiful where they could relax, but also somewhere with a sense of history where she could learn something. They chose Riviera Maya in Mexico, and spent time on their honeymoon exploring the Mayan ruins. She also unknowingly provided me with the perfect example of how one should feel when planning a honeymoon- ridiculously excited. We counted down the days at work until she’d be lounging on a beach in Mexico, and now we’re excitedly waiting to put in our joint “time-off” requests for my honeymoon and her anniversary trip. (She and Mr Yezel got married the weekend after we’re booked to walk down the aisle.)
I have a pretty deep passion for all things Henry VIII, so I decided I should start my search in England. I could see us spending our days following the steps of the royal court and visiting some of the great historical sights. Plus, I have some fabulous blog cousins over there that could show Army Boy and I some “insider” fun.
The “Honeymoon!” bell in the back of my mind didn’t quite go off with the browsing I was doing, so I scratched England off the list. For now.
At this point, I have no desire to travel to France, and I’ve ALWAYS wanted to go to Italy (it goes back to my college opera days and the fact that Italy is basically amazing)… but not quite yet. I’m content waiting to make Italy a celebration for one of our future anniversaries.
Then, I clicked a link and the excitement alarm started to go off. The more I clicked and investigated, the more excited I got. Between viewing sites for hotels, and running tests of airfare through popular travel sites, I realized that I’d found a perfect option.
I just had to convince Army Boy…. Or did I??
I just realized that I haven’t tortured the interwebs with puppy pictures for far too long. This is As You Wish, aka “Wesley”, 5 mos.
For those of you that I’m also Facebook friends with, sorry! For those that I’m not, why the hell not?!
Shit. I really need to stop with the descriptive post titles, since I basically told you EVERYTHING. Right THERE.
Let’s just say that March truly lived up to its reputation of coming in like a lion, and knocked me flat for the better part of last week. There were all kinds of hijinks involving the local ER, lots of iv fluids and meds, and many days off work. And it was not remotely fun.
I am not sad to see last week in the rearview mirror, let me tell you. Now we just cross our fingers that Momma Darcy and Army Boy, who were my lovely nurses (No really… the first stomach bug together is a fabulous test of whether you should actually be getting married. UGH.) don’t end up with my affliction.
In the interest of being totally honest with the bloggy world, there’s a bit of the “grass is greener” coming into play with the new position, which was started in October. I don’t doubt that I got out of the last one in the nick of time, but there are “other” things going on right now that are very “big brother” and shady. For the time being, I like the job I’m doing and am in a position to take the wedding time off that I need, and that is where I’ll cool my heels.
I have no desire to get Dooce’d (unless it should happen to work out as fabulously for me as it has for her) and will keep my thoughts on the subject to a minimum. Other than to say that unfortunately, when you are planning a wedding, you are sometimes required to deal with wedding business DURING the business day. As long as it’s not GREATLY compromising your ability to work (and easily trackable stats would show that it is not), there should be no issue.
This is to say that should I seem to be less available than even previously, it’s not because I don’t love you all. I am just… balancing.
Let’s leave that unhappy topic, shall we?
Toward the end of February, we reached the point where I was starting to feel under the gun about booking for the honeymoon. Way back when we decided that the wedding was going to be in October, we wrote off the possibility of travel to the Caribbean. The anxiety over whether our trip would be lousy because of hurricane season wasn’t a risk that we were willing to take.
We started getting creative, trying to come up with destinations that would fit our definition of “honeymoon” without the threat of possible catastrophic weather. We were able to rule out a cruise right away, as that was basically the same problem AND the trip that Army Boy took the first time around (awkward!). Because of some of the recent gang activity in Mexico, he felt pretty strongly that we should avoid heading that direction as well.
My criteria was pretty vague- I wanted us to get pampered (massages please!) and I’ve always held to the preprogrammed notion that a honeymoon is supposed to involve swimming and relaxing. With our ruled-out destinations, I started to get creative in pondering some trips that we could take within the US, in October, that could fit the bill.
My first thought was of the fabulous trip my family took to Lake Placid a few summers ago. Although it didn’t necessarily fit my mental picture of us lounging in the sun, I knew that the resort that we stayed at had a gorgeous indoor pool and hot tub, plus Jacuzzi tubs in the rooms we’d be staying in. And an incredible spa. And amazing food. The only downside to that trip would be the cost. We couldn’t swing a very long honeymoon at that particular resort.
Being the nerd that I am (I KNOW YOU ARE SHOCKED), my next thought was of Universal’s Wizarding World of Harry Potter. I must go there, quite simply put. Army Boy has never been to Disney, so the idea began to take shape of a combination trip to both parks. We’d stay on the Disney property and make use of their awesome transportation system, but make sure to work in a day or two at Universal, AND a day to do nothing but relax, swim, spa, or otherwise enjoy being in Florida.
It seemed like the perfect solution to our honeymoon dilemma, and I went ahead and bought the 2011 Disney guidebook to begin planning our adventure to the letter.
However, that didn’t stop me from occasionally checking out other wild ideas that came to mind. A certain Mexican resort was ranked top on Trip Advisor? Checked it out. The Yezel had an amazing time on her honeymoon and is already booked to go back for her anniversary?! Checked THAT out. Ooo, a romantic resort in Canada. Must research.
Army Boy observed my research with amusement, often stating “you really have no idea where you want to go.”
“Yes HUH,” I’d retort. “We’re going to Florida.” (I am eloquent and also mature.)
Did it occasionally cross my mind that spending your Sexfest Honeymoon with a crapload of other people’s kidlets might not be the most romantic thing? Possibly. But there’s Epcot! Kids hate World Showcase, and I love it! And I looked up hotel rooms further from the main transport lines, and thus less likely to be hot spots for families with little ones! And! And! We were going to MAKE it romantic, dammit. And have an amazing time!
It may not have helped the issue that I was doing a lot of my planning during the months when we’ve been hit with winter weather, and when sun exposure is at a low. The lack of vitamin D to my brain started to make me question whether Disney was, in fact, the right honeymoon choice. Both for us and for me.
In a lot of the wedding planning thus far, there’s been a little voice in the back of my head that likes to chime in at inconvenient times. It usually says exactly the same thing, with minor variation:
“When you look back at the wedding, do you want to remember… [wearing this dress, feeling like you should have lost weight, a Disney honeymoon]”
I hate that voice.
But sometimes, it may have a point. The true question was: Should I listen to it, or was I just in the grip of February madness?! Would all things seem happy and bright again after we were able to spend more time out of the house, not gazing out and rain and snow? Or, as the title suggests, am I suffering from a combination of Seasonal Affective Disorder* and Extreme Indecision?**
We reached a solution. But I’ve gone on long enough in this particular post.
(EVIL, TRICKSY WAY OF SAYING “TO BE CONTINUED!!!”)
(I SUCK)
(CAPSLOCK!@)
*- This is not in any way meant to be disparaging to those who deal with depression. Having come out the other side myself, I’m with you.
**– Poor, poor Army Boy.
Txting Mr Darcy 