The Post That Almost Wasn't

It is with that deadly combination of desperate gratitude and crabby wariness that I post today. J has come up with a "plan" to solve our little internet issue, whereby we plug some little thingamajiggy into my HP mini and it gives us a dial-up sort of internet connection. At first it didn't work at all, and I was rolling on my bed, biting my knuckles. Then it did work--and loaded pages very slooooowly. I haven't tried to download pictures or anything and I fear it'll take a day-and-a-half when I do. Oh, and no SKYPE until our real internet gets it's...act together...

So while I'm very happy to selectively muck about in my FB friends' personal lives and I'm grateful that I can write this post, I'm still dangerously cranky...

So anyway, last night was J's and my nine-year wedding anniversary. We went to--surprise!--an Indian restaurant and I was awful company, I'm afraid. The wet air, noise, and prying eyes of the waiters and patrons (all of whom were male, oddly) were truly getting on my last one.

I said to J, "You know, honey, we've been through a lot in the last nine years--finished our degrees (three of them), made three babies, moved six times and now live across the world. I love you more now than I ever have. But, um, this day stinks, and I'm on the verge of a raging meltdown. So...cheers and, uh, sorry about that."

Well, the evening improved because the food was delicious and the coffee was even better. We came home to sleeping kids, a competent house helper, and electricity. We decided to watch the stupid-but-nostalgic movie Elizabethtown (we're Kentuckians, after all), and chill out. The night ended better than it had begun.

Of course, at 4:00 a.m. our oldest came to our room vomiting and with a fierce case of, er, loose motion. Then, J and I followed suit at 7:00 a.m. All I can say is, life is a roller coaster here and I'm just glad I know Who controls the ride.

Over-and-out, y'all.