Friday, September 16, 2011


My wrist is doing well... removing the screws and plate is a much easier undertaking than putting them in.  Today is two weeks and one day post-op, and I barely notice it.  I have steri strips over my incision, and sometimes they get pulled or rubbed by my clothes or whatever, and that irritates it a little.   And lots of typing, or carrying heavy things, makes it sore. But all in all, big improvement.

Oh, also? Fella is under contract to buy the best house ever, and we will be taking the big moving-in-together step on Halloween. Which I find appropriate. :)

(Actually, it's two days before Halloween, which is on a Monday this year, but that doesn't sound as good)

In the next six weeks, I have: this weekend, 2 bridal showers for my BFF; next weekend, my own birthday and a major fundraising event for which I'm volunteering; followed by 3 weekends out of town-- one for bridal shopping with my mom and sister, one for said BFF's bachelorette weekend, one for Fella's best friend's wedding in NYC, which is immediately followed by BFF's wedding weekend here in town, and then the next weekend?  MOVING.

Anybody wanna come pack up all my stuff?  I'll give you a dollar.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011


Sorry for the delay!  I've been a busy busy bee...

So.  Let's start at the very beginning.

Remember when I did this?  Well, two years later and the metal plate and screws were bothering me, so I set up an outpatient surgery to remove them.  That went without incident, and after two days at home, stuck in the house, I was getting a bit of cabin fever.  Fella suggested just getting out and going to lunch, as he was craving a burger from a certain restaurant.  I thought it was a weird thing to be craving, but I like that place so I said that sounded good.  When we got to the restaurant, it crossed my mind that, because this restaurant was the site of our first date, it would make an appropriate proposal location.  But lunch came and went, and was delicious, but nothing of interest happened.  And back home we went.

I was ready to cuddle up under the covers on my couch, where I'd spent the past 2 days, and Fella let Max out.  When he let Max back in, he said, "Max has something for you."  I couldn't see anything in his mouth, and I was wary, because I expected a dead critter or piece of poop or clod of dirt.  Instead I saw a pink ribbon tied in a bow.  Max came to me and laid down, as he always does, and Fella knelt down beside us, took the ribbon off Max's collar which was holding the ring, and asked me to marry him.

I, of course and obviously, said yes...