ahhh... what to do when i start getting cabin fever and don't want to study... perhaps i'll be artsy and document my entire day. nah, that takes too much energy. instead i'll take like 3 artistic pictures then give up.
lately nate and i have acheived a level of arguing that some couples only dream of: silent warfare. while this is a new development in our relationship, i kind of like it. give an example, you say? ok. here are two.
EXAMPLE ONE a few weeks ago, i took some neosporin out of nate's "medical odds and ends" bin from under the sink and applied it to my knee (an injury from dancer's workshop). however, i didn't put it back, instead i left it on the sink and forgot about it. lately, the neosporin has slowly been creeping over to my side of the sink and the other day i got fed up with it and threw it under the sink. but i put it in the WRONG bin, (god forbid!!!). the next morning i came into brush my teeth and the bottle has reappeared on top of the sink. i kind of like this stand-off of me not putting it back where it belongs and nate expending so much energy just to take it out from under the sink just to make a point. (p.s. nate it's not working!)
EXAMPLE TWO i like to keep my lotion bottles by nate's tv. in fact, they look very fetching in front of the tv. he doesn't use that thing anyway.
nate seems to disagree. so my bottles end up "mysteriously" under the sink (noticing a theme with nate's organization of my things? girly bottle? under the sink! cait's deoderant? under the sink! spare sock? under the sink!!! cait's cell phone? under the sink with it!!!) and then, with help from me, they "mysteriously" re-appear in front of the tv.
o these past weeks have been absolutely crazy (or Ka-Wazy as Greg and I say about Koalas) with birthdays, beta regionals, and dancer's workshop. things kinda slowed down after elections on tuesday (and you are now reading the journal of the corresponding secretary of the zeta theta chapter of beta alpha psi. ha) anyway. yeah.
but at least i have some pretty neat pictures to show from it. check 'em out:
i know you might be in a relationship, what with all this "mother" stuff, but seriously, what are you doing, putting ideas of short skirts and tank tops in my head last weekend, only to slam your legs shut and change your mind irrationally to about 50 degrees cooler?! and then on top of that insult, you slam us with snow and freezing rain. its enough to make my imaginary boner disintegrate into dust.
now i know we haven't spoken since the last incident when i upset m. frost, but i am not going to tolerate this nonsense anymore. you are full-bodied (or voluptious as ben would describe you and barbara walters) and we're interested in your warmer, much hotter side. thanks.