You know what's really sad? There's people out there who are really offended by my very existence. They don't even know me, but they feel bold enough to brand me a "sick fuck" and tell me so. Not to my face of course, but in commentary on youtube videos I've posted. (And this is reminding me of something I just read. That we tend to lie more in emails than in other kinds of written communication. Strange but true.) Every week or so, someone will stumble upon my videos which are mostly just slices of my and spouse's life together and be totally horrified at our existence. Cue giant eye-rolling sigh. What is it? What is it that propels people to find us an abomination. US! We are the most white-bread, boring couple on earth. And we both happen to have a penis. So the fuck what! It's just depressing because one of the underlying reasons for blogging is just to show how utterly normal a couple like ours is. Boringly ordinary. Excruciatingly average. But no, weekly brandings of "sick fuck". Makes me want to disappear. But I won't because then they've won. I should feel lucky I suppose, others are being physically assaulted for their existence. /Rant off.
I made chili this weekend! The exclamation point is because it's the first time ever that I've made chili. It came out great. And here all this time I thought a primary ingredient in chili was tomatoes when in fact there are zero tomato products in it. Who knew? Anyway, spouse loathes chili (the spices) and refused to even taste it. I put it in little containers to freeze for my lunches.
Do you know that smell on your hands after you've been handling raw onions? I love that smell. Adore it. I will go to great lengths to avoid washing my hands after cutting up onions because that smell on my hands is so intoxicating. Spouse kept telling me to stop sniffing my hands while we watched tv in the evening.
Oh one more thing. Here's my weekend wound plus blood blister. You'll never guess how I did this. On my way from the bathroom to bed, I tripped on the bathroom scale (the lights were out), tried to grab the doorway, missed and fell splat down on the hardwood floor. ( And I think I finally "got" the whole idea of hardwood) I think this is a crush wound as the pinkie was in just the wrong spot under my falling body. Other injured areas include the elbow and the forehead. I'll be fine. I'm blaming the bathroom scale, I mean I only had two martinis and a little wine.....The next morning, sara had fished out the bloodied kleenexes from the wastebasket and eaten all the bloody parts. Why are dogs so disgusting?
There's more, but I'm bordering on long winded. Tomorrow, you get autumnal pics.