  Ok, so I'm one of those people that can't take advice or leave well enough alone. Conversation II: me (4:15:10 AM): hey him (4:19:05 AM): hi me (4:19:23 AM): how're things?
him (4:20:58 AM): good him (4:21:00 AM): you? me (4:21:11 AM): so-so him (4:22:00 AM): yeah? me (4:23:02 AM): mm... ok... i need to ask something, and need you to be 100% honest, and then i'll just shut up about it.
him (4:23:10 AM): sure me (4:23:49 AM): the other night, were you just being nice to spare my feelings, or do you want to stay in contact? him (4:24:23 AM): I do me (4:24:31 AM): ok. him (4:24:55 AM): alright So now, I will just shut up about it - to him - and see how things go. In other news... Husband is in pain and walking funny. Possibly prostatitis, possibly a hernia, possibly something else entirely.
But it's not like we can go to a doctor and find out (no free clinic in these parts), and it's not emergency-room-visit level yet. He says it has happened before, so I'm trying to not worry, however... One, he had an interview last week, one of those where there are also at least a dozen other interviewees and then they choose three to come back. These generally don't go well for husband, but if he were chosen, and if the interview had to be before this has gone away, that wouldn't be good.
And two - we need groceries. Maybe not need need, as we've got chili, at least 15 pounds of potatoes, two dozen eggs, ramen noodles, a couple of tomatos, 3/4ths of a head of lettuce, and some frozen chicken drumsticks... I think I'll do up a bit of salad for dinner tonight. But we're low on milk, almost out of bread, down to about a gallon of water, and I need carrots, celery, and onions if I'm going to make a batch of potato soup. And I can't drive to get them. Car's a stick shift. I can drive it some, but can't make it go on hills, and there are stoplights on hills between me and the grocery store.
Plus, the car ain't registered. So it's just a bad idea. Arf. When's life gonna get back to normal 'round here? signed - Me 
