i'm feeling.....productive.

i've been up since 5 this morning. technically, i never really went to sleep. i kinda just laid in bed thinking while Jay was spooning me. since i was pretty restless, i got up and started cleaning. as of late, i've had absolutely no motivation to go to the gym, so cleaning is my replacement stress-reliever. i couldn't clean as much as i wanted cause Jay was trying to get in an extra ten minutes of sleep. i made us breakfast and we ate and watched cartoons in bed. we're dorks like that. and it was really nice to hear how much he appreciates all the little things i do for him-- getting his clothes ready for him in the morning, making breakfast and fixing his lunch when he's in the shower, and always happily waiting for him when he gets home.

i may be batshit crazy, but i'm a damn good wifey.

after he left for work, i spent the rest of the morning cleaning. then, i called my mentor at v@ndy about the job for some insight. she offered to call the head of the department and put in a good word for me, and i *officially* submitted my resume for review. *keeping my fingers crossed*

i was supposed to take the dog to the vet for her rabies shots, but i went over to A's instead to help her with packing and for some girl talk. i know the shots are important, but i like A more than i like the dog. i'll do it tomorrow. hanging with A made me really sad because it's finally sinking in that she's leaving. i know i'll still see her since her family and that boy she's fallen head over heels in love with even though i told her not to are here, but i'm gonna miss her and her huge laugh and warm hugs and randomly shouting "fuck" so much. i still need to get her a going away/housewarming gift. she's leaving the same weekend Jay's sister is moving here into her dorm. that's gonna be an interesting weekend. the parents are coming![sarcasm] yay! [/sarcasm]

where was i.......after hanging out with A, i came back home to start dinner. the only reason i really cook is because Jay likes it. and that man can eat. if it weren't for him, i wouldn't do it; i very rarely cooked when i lived alone. i don't know how my grandma and my mom and other women [and some men] did/do it every single day. the most i'm willing to cook is 4 days out of the week. 7 days? standing over a hot stove? in the motherfucking summer? fuck no. not as long as wendy's is down the street, and pizza hut and china wok deliver.

we're winding down for the evening, just lounging around. big brother's on! yays! i read all the spoilers, so i know what's gonna happen, but i still love this shit. i'm tired as hell so maybe i'll actually go to bed at a decent hour. but not before i eat a big bowl of ice cream with my hubs. the giney's been on lockdown for the past 36 hours so i just might give him some.

toodles!

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