Weekend blowouts, vehicles that don’t run, and the left tonsil from hell: a weekend in the life of the Mushlette. Argh!

Brett and I had our annual blowout last weekend. If you’ve been reading this blog for any while, you already know the topic. If you haven’t, here’s a brief synopis:

Generally, I do my contributions to the household, he does his, we laugh and talk and have fun and enjoy a really great marriage. Then we both stop, and it gets weird and nasty. Then we talk about it and feel better. Rinse and repeat.

The fight’s always the same: he gets mad ’cause I’m slacking on my duties, and during The Talk finds out that I’m slacking because he hasn’t accomplished any of the things I’ve asked for in the past 3/6/9/12 months. Then he feels as much the asshole as I do, and from there we realize we really love each other, and it’s actually horribly theraputic and wonderful and against my every intention is teaching me how to communicate with an actual male-type person.

I saw my girlfriend yesterday and though I didn’t get details it sounded like she’d gone through it a little over the weekend with her honey, and my MIL pulled up in a new car because she and her honey’d had it out too and he was trying to make up with a new ride. Sounds like half the county was having talks over the weekend, and I wouldn’t be surprized with everyone holing up at home for relationship summits if traffic wasn’t at an all-time low!

I saw Tahmi yesterday because I’d gotten up early and gone to town with Brett, so that I could use his truck to run errands, since I was so gung-ho to get my house back in order after letting it slide for the past couple months.

But too bad! The truck died! I threw myself on Tahmi’s mercy – guiltily, I have to admit; God knows the woman probably had shit to do of a Monday! – and eventually she in her mercy took me to coffee, the bank, the store, and home. She did this all with the beginnings of Cramps From Hell, by the way – which probably explains my guilt factor! (I probably owe her superior self about five pounds of chocolate!)

Last night my left tonsil started hurting, and I don’t find it amusing at all. This is the third time in as many months the thing has just decided to hurt, as if there were a sickness going on, but without swelling up and without any other symptoms at all – no aching, no fever, nothing! I think my left tonsil is perhaps something of a prima donna? Perhaps I should threaten it with removal by mellon-baller or something?

Brett and Jimbo got both our trucks trailered to Tire Busters, and hopefully at least one of them is ready to go tonight! I miss my Jeep! Eeep!

I’m off!