I hate today. Today sucks and I quit.

It started last night, really. He was off today, and we had plans to make caramel apples. He had mentioned a month ago that he'd like some and I told him that if he provided the ingredients I'd make them. Anywho, the plan was for me to stay at his house last night and then we'd get up this morning and stop in his store for a few minutes, and then do our running around and come back to my house and do up the apples.

That was the plan.

Last night, after we got to his place, we went down and played cards on the bed and I just felt really emotional, but I knew I was getting my period today so I wasnt totally surprised. What I didnt expect was the sheer amount of pain that I would be in. It wasnt until we had spent over half an hour in the mall, picked up the caramels, and were on our way to get the rest of the stuff that it hit me. I was actually doubled over in pain and white as a ghost. I managed to walk around the Wal*Mart with him, but had to stay in the car for the other stops until we got to Corrine's to drop her off soup. I couldnt wait until I got home to take pain meds, I scammed some off of her. I came home and I took a bath which helped the pain subside, but by this time I was shaking from the combination of the pain and not having eaten all day, so I made lunch, but I still felt off.

That could be partially because I was so emotional, which just made me overly sensitive to everything that had to go wrong. So today is Tuesday, the day the girls and I normally get together and have supper and watch television. So the plan (or so I thought) was for he and I to come home and unwrap all the caramels, he could go home and take his conference call and then come back and we'd dip all the apples. It was convenient that Corrine and I were too sick to manage girl's night tonight, because he decided he had other things to do this afternoon and wanted to do the apples after supper. We wont get into that, but it got to the point where I was just in too much pain to argue.

So, of course, around half past four he called me to tell me that one of the girls who was scheduled to work tonight called off sick and that he'd have to go in and cover her shift. He wasnt too pleased because he never ever gets a day off (seriously, if the mall's not closed, he's pretty much on call). I, of course, was rather a mess because I'd spend the entire day doubled over and crying due to the pain. I did the apples by myself, and it wasnt a total failure I dont think. The recipe didnt make as many as it said it would, and I burned some of the caramel, and exploded some other ones in the microwave, but whatever.

Oh, and six months ago today was the day that he messaged me out of the blue on Facebook and we went out for the first time in almost two years. Despite us not officially getting together until sometime in July, we did go on a number of dates in the meantime and talked fairly frequently. So we're saying that technically we've been dating again for six months. I think thats mostly because we remember that date and not when we actually considered ourselves "back together". Or, at least, I dont.

So tonight, for the first time in ages, I sat down at 10pm to watch Grey's Anatomy by myself. This season, he's been coming over to watch it with me, but the last two years I'd be sitting in front of the television with my laptop on my lap so that I could "watch" the show with other people, mostly Corrine who was away at university. Anywho, tonight he was exhausted from working fifteen hours, and I've gotten out of the habit of having my laptop upstairs with me. Plus, despite the fact that both Corrine and Marilou have their laptops in the city with them, I wasnt assuming either or both would be online during the show. So I got a drink and settled in to watch by myself.

You can imagine my confusion when, during the first commercial break, the phone rang. Normally this would be Corrine, but I knew that she wouldnt call me long distance. I picked up and he said "Who's Ava?". I got all gushy because, well, he was watching my show. He was at his own house, watching my favorite television show willingly on his own, because he didnt want to be out of the loop. I talked to him as long as the commercials were on and then let him go, but he called me back during the next commercial break to discuss the guy cutting his own foot off, so he obviously kept watching. As much as flowers would be nice, its the cute little things like this that catch me off guard. It ranks right up there with walking to my house in the heat to wash dishes.

All because I started watching Heroes and playing Magic The Gathering.

Hey, I never said I wasnt a nerd.

Mother decided that today we should drive for an hour to get fresh produce off of a farm. Normally I long Sunday drives, and farms, and fresh produce, but I dont much care to be her chauffeur and personal assistant. In case you've forgotten, she's physically handicapped and milks it for what its worth. She can do whatever she wants, she just wont, although now that the doctor has given her Tylenol 4 for the pain, she'll get away with a whole lot less. She had wanted to be on the road around 11am, but I told her that I dont get up early enough for that, so noonish was more than acceptable. Its going to be hard enough on my head dealing with her, I dont need to be tired on top of it.

I detected a sense of, dare I say, pride when he was referring to having read my last post. He obviously has no problem with me discussing our sex life in a public forum, not at least while Im saying good things, that is. Nonetheless, we're still on our streak, and I think tonight surpassed last weekend because he used his Mad Skillz™ to bring it to the next level, and Im sure if anyone could hear us they would think he was dismembering me.

My hair is now black black, save for three blond highlights at the front of my hair, as opposed to being blond all summer. I wasnt sure if I liked it or not originally, because it was such a drastic change, but I've fallen in love with it and realized how much I missed having dark hair. I think I'll keep this a while.

Im actually quite contented these days. Corrine's wedding went off pretty perfectly on the weekend and I think we all had an awesome time. Soon we'll be focusing on Marilou's wedding, which Im also ushering (oooo new dress!) and then we'll all have to find hobbies or something. Maybe we can form a cross-stitching circle! Thats the thing to do these days I do believe.

I've been horny as hell lately and it probably is mostly due to the fact that Im getting near when I should be ovulating, but he and I arent having any issues, plus Im contented in general which all combines to put us on a winning streak. It started last Friday, and although I think it peaked on Saturday, as of last night it wasnt slowing down any. Saturday I was just the right amount of intoxicated to put it over the top (both times), despite it being in the dark*. Actually, now that I think about it, having no lights on put the focus on touching which may have contributed... Nonetheless Sunday morning was just as good, as were both times Wednesday night.

*I've always been a "keep the lights on" kind of girl, despite my body image issues. Well, I prefer the soft glow of a candle, but I rarely perform in the dark.

I nearly took a chunk out of my finger today while chopping onions. There was minimal blood loss, but my brother said it was my own fault for using the french knife to chop vegetables when Im not trained to use one. Frig him, I like to do things the hard way, and if that means losing a finger so be it.

Technically the drastic changes take place tomorrow. I cannot even describe my excitement.