Is it the weekend yet?
When I was diagnosed with the c-bomb The Hater and I immediately went into an action mode and made lists of the things we needed to do. Now that the waiting and the surgery are over we've relaxed enough to have a reaction mode to our cancer. We've been really stressed the last few days; we're more than ready for the weekend.
We were talking this evening and mused at what a successful reality tv show our life would be right now. Besides the c-bomb story line, we can also sport drama at both of our jobs, with our location, and with our friends. We went from an approximate 5.4% crisis drama to an approximate 95.23% crisis drama in a month. My first idea for a title of the show would be something like Coming up Roses, but The Hater was thinking along the lines of The Middle-Weds, since three years doesn't exactly qualify us as newlyweds anymore. I would be willing to negotiate title and story line with any interested television producers. Please advise.
Meanwhile yesterday was my birthday. Due to circumstances that nobody can control, I think it qualifies as the suckiest birthday ever. The birthday c-bomb and the associated drama have really rained on our parade. For this reason, and in true Mad Hatter tradition, I am declaring a future unbirthday celebration to take place either later this summer or this fall, depending on how quickly my hormone levels recover and how quickly I feel better. I haven't decided if I want a big shindig or a small get-together, but there will be a party and fun to be had by all. It will be good times.
Things will look up soon. We're just getting tired of treading water.
This also applies to the election
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