Ooo! Ee! Oo-aah-aah! Ting! Tang! Walla-walla bing-bang!

Nope, the title has nothing to do with the post. But you know you wanna go around singing that song for the next few hours, don't you?

Anyhow, it's been an interesting day, to say the least. I woke up super early today ill, to say the least. Curling up in a ball in bed and whimpering seemed pretty wise, so I called Beth and Mr. Joe to let them know I'd be out at least till noon. I managed to go back to sleep with -weird- danged dreams, some sort of mix of Gilmore Girls, Sims, and The Amazing Race. Maybe that's a cue to lay off Sims at bedtime. ;) I took a shower, then went out to the car for something, and realized by the time I got back inside a minute later I was still pretty shakey, so I called in and spoke to the new boss about staying out the rest of the day. Get this...not only was she understanding, she was pleasant about it. She's also efficient, learning her job at an insanely fast rate, and...well, I could go on but I won't. I like her a lot though, and I'm more and more glad every day she got the job, and I was glad she got it to begin with.

Anyhow, I curled up at my computer and caught up all my grading and got ready for class tonight, then hauled myself off to class. My students were kind about me missing office hours, and seemed okay if I sat down more often than not. Sweet people, really eager to learn. I'm fortunate this semester. I'll miss it next semester. Still, I've thought of a few other options. So I get done with class, head for McDonalds to get Dean food, as I only had enough cash for that. Then I'm driving away and realize I got Coke. Dangit! Dean's off caffeine right now, so I head to WaWa to get me a sandwich and him a Slurpee. Except the medium sized lids don't fit the medium sized cups, and the large Slurpee cups? Hello, I'd like to order Mt. Everest in a plastic cup, please. And a large orange drink! So I get him caffeine-free Pepsi, then hightail it home.

Once there, I find Dean has taped Survivor for me! All hail the good man! So we sit and munch a late dinner, and watch last week and this week's Survivor. Lemme just say, Skater-Dude? Someone gag him. Please. Sew his mouth shut, duct tape his face, bury his head in the sand. I don't care what, just shut him the heck up. I feel that way about one or two other people too, but him most of all! Still, it was nice to just spend some nonsense time with Dean watching TV and zoning. I guess if anyone asked me what I think the secret to a happy marriage is, I'd say it's mainly being too stubborn to give up. But another huge part is being best friends with said spouse. Wait, Dean and I are friends? I'm kidding, right? Dean and I are -mean- to each other. (Yes, we all know the phrase I'm thinking of. Say it in chorus now! Still the funniest damn thing I've heard in a while! Yaay!) Okay, so enough rambling on the joys of marriage. Did any of that make any sense? Did it need to? Nah, I didn't think so.

Oh. Damn. Mom's birthday was over 37 minutes ago. Guess I'd better call her tomorrow. I'm in the midst of making her present at least, which I think she'll like. I do hope my parents come visit. I only saw them a few weeks ago, and I miss them. They're neat, if bizarre and eccentric, people. Then again, a lot of the people I know are at least mildly bizarre and eccentric. Huh. And I always considered myself so normal. ;)

TGIF!

Time to do the Dance of Friday! Work was busy today, but not breakneck insane as I had Mr. nitav763 helping this morning, and he did so many things that usually I spend forever trying to work in and around my other stuff. Thank you tons, even if it is all your fault!! I got the schedule done finally though, even able to give our lead teachers the shortened days they wanted, so I'm feeling smug about that.

Dean's working late again tonight, which I'm not vastly thrilled with, but for his sake rather than mine. He's still hurting pretty badly, but he has a doctor's appointment scheduled for Monday afternoon. I'm going with him, absolutely. Thankfully, he just had a blood test and CT scan two weeks ago, and both were negative, so whatever it is, it's very likely not a relapse. His guess is either epididimitis or kidney stones. I won't get more graphic than that, but I may talk him into taking a painkiller tonight, poor man.

Me, I'm fine though. It's Friday, work is done for the weekend. Dean's dragging me off for food tonight. Since he's not feeling good, I naturally said we could go anywhere he wanted to go. So you -know- where we're headed, and you know we're not likely to see owls there. ;)

I'm also thinking happy thoughts to Moobabe and Toasterwiz right now. I'm sorry the guys are gone, but I hope they're doing really well, too! Of all things, I'm sitting here fretting and hoping everyone's okay, and what's worse is that I know they are. Grown women, completely competent and able to take care of themselves. Besides, I've already talked to everyone today as well as read their LJs. Life has its usual ups and downs, so I'm worried. Sorry guys, I know I'm an old mother hen sometimes, when I'm un-flakey enough to remember to be so. I am thinking good thoughts for you though!

Hmm. Wait. Dean's working late. I can steal a short nap, if I can convince Figaro to let me up out of my chair. Gepetto's already attacked my braid, which is now no longer a braid. Cats. Why do I have them again? Oh, wait. Fig's purring. Now I remember. :)