Today I’m thinking about working out even more than I usually (think about) do(ing) it. Winter on the East Coast made me lethargic and introverted. I just wanted to curl up on the couch and eat. I think Spring is called Spring because it surprises you with its arrival. Just when you become complacent in the security of your layers, you are forced upon the world in a parade of sun dresses and swim suits.
I managed to turn the heat off for a week. But then my roommate confessed to me that his toe froze one night and turned blue and he had to use one of his pots to soak it in warm water. That almost made me projectile vomit all over his face, so I decided that I can’t expedite Spring by cutting off Winter.
Yesterday I went to the ear doctor. I haven’t gone since I was about 12 but I’ve had this weird ear congestion feeling for several months so thought I should get it checked out. They used this little suction tube… Like the one used at the dentist, (Jon insists it’s called “Mr. Thirsty” but I think that is just specific to his childhood dentist’s office…), but smaller to vacuum my ear. It was soooo cathartic! Spring cleaning at its best. Except that when he pulled out about 5lbs of wax I just had to sheepishly acknowledge it by some offhanded semi-humorous (in my opinion at least) comment. Things like that make you feel embarrassingly dirty… even though everyone has it, and those doctors probably see that a hundred times a day. I mean, if they sold at home ear vacuums I would definitely buy one! But how else are you supposed to get it clean if you aren’t even supposed to stick a que tip in your ear?
Anyway, my public service announcement of the day is for everyone to make an appointment to have their ears sucked out. It is amazing! I felt like I could hear a pin drop in a concert.
My party planning is reaching a fever pitch. I have a wedding next week… But I feel like that’s all in the bag. (We’ll see what I’m saying about this time next week though…). I’m already starting the planning process for a party we are having here in July. I have a problem. My (self) likes to party all the time, paaarty aaaall the time!
I had an amazing time in Tennessee last week. My Irish friends came in for the wedding too and we bunked up in a cabin together in the Smokey Mountains. It was a drinking fest for sure. I’m letting my liver rest now. “I’m all aquiver, my love my liver.”
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