Dexy Loves Coney?

I was laying here in bed a few minutes ago, jacking around on Facebook, and I could hear Dex moving all around on the floor. It almost sounded like he was digging in the carpet on the other side of the bed. I finally sat up to see what the hell he was doing and found him laying on a tiny piece of his comforter on the floor at the foot of the bed. He'd pulled just enough of the comforter around from the floor on the side where Joe sleeps (that's why I couldn't see him) to the foot of the bed....where he was right in view of the TV....which Conan O'brien is currently on. My dog is badass. Just ask Ari - she watched Dexter perform his best howling over Skype tonight. Oh yes. We're not mentally ill at all.

Today was better than yesterday, and I believe I was more stable. Also, I got an e-mail from my dad saying he'd heard through my blog about the e-mail I'd tried to send him but that he's never gotten anything from me. Ah, and the irony of life kicks me in the ass again. I guess everything's okay then. Sort of. With that, it's on to the next family conflict. Ari and I both got an e-mail from a family member suggesting we not exchange gifts this Christmas under the prefix of saving money. Assuming, that this was something between all the kids, I went to confirm that the fourth sibling was in on this as well, only to be told that just my sister and I were part of the deal because they'd actually be seeing the other sibling at Christmas, and it's "just silly to exchange gift cards." Um. I gave them a gift card for Christmas last year, which I guess wasn't well-received. Also, I've never been excluded from gift giving because I don't live where the rest of the family lives. This is a new one on me. I feel like I've been kicked in the proverbial penis. However, this is also the person who said, "Katie, is it hard with Joe being gone for so long?" Now. I know I'm an idiot a lot of the time (just ask my dad), but I've always heard that the number one thing you don't ask a person with a deployed spouse is "Is it hard?" BECAUSE YES IT'S FUCKING HARD. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK IT'S LIKE?? So. I'm trying to just remind myself that "a cow can't be a horse."

Tomorrow I'm finally going to paint the wall color in dining room. It's laughable that I thought I could do trim and walls in one day. I had to paint two damn doorways, window trim, base boards, chair rail, and crown molding. Hell, I think it took me longer to tape than paint. The horror. It's on now, though. Trim looks bangin', and I went and bought my paint color today. Some sort of butternut something or other. Shit. I just remembered I was going to spackle one more part and prime it. Damn it, damn it. But, I at least remembered to start the dishwasher so I'll have a cereal bowl in the morning. All that my tiny brain could handle. So anyway. Yeah, wall color - make this house a happy home to share with Joey, Dex, and perhaps some other miscellaneous creature in a couple years.

That said, I have tomorrow off for Veteran's Day. To all the current and former soldiers out there, across all service branches and various generations, ranks, and MOS's, THANK YOU. Words cannot adequately describe what you all sacrifice. Freedom most definitely is not free, so again, thank you.