playing catch-up

hey erryboday! what's new? 


i wanted to check in and mention that i haven't stopped posting; i'm just busier than i've ever been in my life, basically.  even busier than law school finals or studying for the bar exam.  but not the bad kind of busy.  just busy.  full of energy, but still collapsing at the end of the day.


so here's an update.


first of all, my favorite Postsecret this week is:

i've wished for years that i were a Hebe, mostly because of lovely traditions/rituals, but also because of 9 days of gifts and no student loans. in related news, HAPPY CHANUKAH/HANUKKAH/MAKEUPYOURMINDS,JEWS!  this is night one!  boop boop! wish i had a Menorah to light.  i'd also enjoy the shame and guilt of being Jewish while dating my Muslim doctor.


second of all, i haven't been up to much aside from work.  but things have been good.


D's birthday a couple weeks ago was pretty fabulous.  we spent a beautiful, sunny and cold Saturday touring Maryland's wine country.  you didn't know Maryland has a wine country?  nor did i...

it was a beautiful day.  i imagine the four vineyards we visited will be even more beautiful when there is live vegetation growing thereon, rather than empty dead vines. yeah... so...  

the wine was still delicious, and we came home with multiples bottles in tow.  


i started the day as DD of our big rented van but ended the day as a passed out passenger as D's lover safely guided our Enterprise ship home to Balimore.


since then, life has been mostly work.  tonight i got home before 7 PM for the first time in almost two months, and it was glorious.  instead of going to the gym after work, i hauled ass home to clean the house and have a glass of sauv. blanc.


what else?  well, T's annual holiday mix CD arrived in the mail recently, so my head and car have been filled with lots of lovely Christmas music.  if you haven't heard Justin Biebs sing "Silent Night," you simply have not lived.  have not felt.  have not been a pedophile like i --- wait, isn't he legal now?  i think he is. to vote, i mean.


last night after dinner, the doctor gave me a really lovely Christmas gift that, upon returning home, i promptly Googled and then felt sick about how much he spent combined with the fact that i've still gotten him nothing.  my excuse was going to be that i didn't want to offend him (see above), but now it'll just be a belated gift that, "i kept forgetting to bring over" until right after clearance sales coincidentally begin.


finally, i should admit to you that my face is currently covered in honey that is slowwwllyyyy dripping down onto my shirt and into my mouth-hole.  i work with a really gay organic aesthetician (as he would refer to himself -- well, maybe he wouldn't include the gay part, but there's no hiding it) who has convinced me to do yogurt masques and honey masques on my skin.  you may laugh and call me a flaming idiot, but my skin looks fantastic.  serious, y'all.  meanwhile, Atti keeps trying to lick the honey off my arms and neck, but i won't let him.  i think that's bad for cats.  but good for infants.


what's new with yinz?