History Lesson: The End

I've written so much about The Date this past weekend even I'm sick of reading it. I don't know how you all can stand all the lovey-dovey (thanks kernyen) crap.

Today I asked myself, "Self, what do you think The Date would have to say about all these rambling posts about our history?"

I answered without pause, "Oh that's easy. He'd say something like 'You've been swallowing the mouthwash again haven't you, dear?'."

He's sassy like that.

You officially know all I care to tell for now about my history with The Date. As things progress I suppose I'll share bits and pieces of how we move forward into the future. Don't expect a lot of big revelations though. In my open letter to him that I posted last week I noted that if he and I were to have a relationship it would take a long time to evolve. I really don't think that has changed. We do not live near one another and our schedules with our kids are not the same. For us to see eachother requires quite a bit of effort on both of our parts. It isn't as simple as getting a sitter for a few hours. It's pack a bag and get ready for a road trip and good luck finding a sitter to spend part of the weekend with the kids and pets.

Not to mention stopping to rotate the tires and check the oil along the way. ;)

In other news...

I am happy to report that the holiday tree stayed upright all by itself today.

Such a good tree.

Next year I've decided I'm bribing TLMS to do it. He commented to me over the weekend that he can get it up in just a few minutes with a little bit of help.

Smartypants.

For those of you that are placing bets on when I might be able to turn my head again I'm sorry to say that I am still unable to look left or right. Oh who am I kidding, looking up and down sucks too and the idea of lifting anything heavier than a slice of bread, well forget that. All of this yeouch and ouch makes merging into traffic less enjoyable than usual if you can believe that.

I might need a trip to my Massage God soon.

I survived the weekend but only because Monday showed up to bail me out of soggy snowpants and cracked sleds. I'd still be scrubbing hot cocoa off my dining room table if I didn't have to go to work and relax today.

Aren't Monday's just the best?