I would kick this evening in the penis if it had one. Gah.
Bad crap about today (so I can end with the good):
So Joe started this course called Warrior Leadership Course aka WLC aka Army bullshit that people who have passed Ranger School should be exempt from. Yeah, in order for Joe to maybe have the only fucking promotion he'll get in his whole five year (mostly likely that'll be it) Army career, he has to do this course for three weeks. On Leadership. Ha. But I digress. The bottom line is that Joe came home showing his ass today out of anger and frustration over WLC. He hates that he has to do it and that it takes up so much of his time. For the sake of empathy, I can only imagine how much it grates him knowing he's already passed the Army's most difficult leadership course and now he's graded on leadership from people who haven't. Now that's a kick in the penis. Also, I had to give him a big Army haircut. But I sill made baby boy look damn good.
So anyway. Joe was kind of a pistol tonight, and I just couldn't do right by him the whole damn evening. Made me so mad I even cleaned our closet. Also, the WLC schedule has messed up Joe's ability to care for the dogs while I'm gone this weekend. So I had to schedule with the kennel, which makes me nervous because Dex's big cut ripped open today. Damn. Maybe I should just bite the bullet and haul his ass to the vet. Always, ALWAYS SOMETHING.
Though I still love him dearly, my day was pretty good before Joe got home. Had my coffee in the morning and then took a good 40 minute walk later in the AM. After that I got ready and went and bought a couple pairs of shoes to go with yesterday's purchases. Fear not: there was a sale plus I had a coupon. Speaking of, I am troubled by the jeans I bought yesterday. The ass cheeks aren't symmetrical. The butt seam hits a tad left of my crack, and that's a strange feeling when you focus on it. Either I need to stop thinking about it, which is hard when you start feeling like your pants are twisted, or I need to exchange them. How do you explain that? "Um, my OCD causes me to think nonstop about the asymmetrical booty fabric in these jeans. Do you have a pair where the seam will hit me dead in the crack? Yes? Perfect."
Tomorrow's a jog (with some walking) day. The whole "course" we took yesterday was 2.3 miles, which Joe estimates was 1.5 miles of running. (Speaking of him, he's asleep trying to stretch across the king bed diagonally. Hell no. I just whacked him.) So anyway. Tomorrow, I run and get ready for Chicago. Friday, I am outta here. Jesus. The gurgle-snoring is starting. I gotta hurry up and go to sleep. You ever get that 'Throw Mama from the Train' feeling with your pillow? I heard they're starting to build houses with two master bedrooms. Dr. Phil says this is a bad idea, but I'm not so sure...
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Seriously Army? So silly! I would totally be all about the second master bedroom. If only we had a camera filming the last two weeks of us sleeping before Ryan deployed. I bit him to get his ass off of me. I think he was having some crazy dreams. I also laughed at your jean OCD. I would have a hard time not focusing on it too if I had noticed them being off center.
That's so crazy that they're making him take that course. Not cool. I totally get smacked w/a pillow every now & then for sprawling across the bed diagonally lol. If the hubs is at his computer desk I take up the whole entire bed so he has no room when he decides to lay down, I'm not mean I'm just a bed hog.
Haha. It's okay to be a bed hog, you just can't go to bed angry for no reason, then look like a corpse as you mouth breathe and THEN spread all out. At least not with me. :-)
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