Sometimes All You Need Is Love

So much for Mother Nature turning off the wind.



Stupid weather.


So Saturday started off rocky- and I got bitchy at bunches of things. Wanted to go out with friends to a Halloween party. Weather was terrible and DH didn't want to drive that far to go... and neither of us were in a "dressing up" mood. I think the choice to not go wasn't so bad... but having to tell people that we weren't going put me in a really bitter mood.

Whatever happened to people respecting "No" and "I'm not going" as reasonable answers? A few of my friends are good that way- yet everyone else seems to need a justification for your answer. If you say "Yes!" then they're fine with it- but "No"?


Apparently "No" is a non-sufficient answer when it comes to driving almost 1.5 hours on the highway with 50+ mph winds, rain, and leaves blowing everywhere too mind you- to go drink dressed up at a bar or two with friends.


After having to justify myself- which is something I think is not only inappropriate for them to demand but insulting to my judgement as well- I was in super-bitch mode. Poor husband. That, in turn, put him into the same mood as me only less potent.


Mix that with being hungry... not a good recipe for Madison. She starts to turn into a scary Halloween monster with face all contorted, eyeballs popping out, and foaming at the fangs for someone to rip apart. She starts to resemble this (without the red nose since I wasn't cold):


Quite scary and most definitely unattractive.

However...


Nothing a little wine and a fire and a sexy new super-soft down-filled blanket and a husband couldn't fix though.


All of a sudden I then looked like this:

Well, and something else not so G-rated.

One of the perks of being married to someone like DH. Even though he can be a turd, and normally romantically challenged 98% of the time... when that 2% rolls around it seriously blows you away.

So it was a really really good ending to a crappy evening. Yet, Sunday morning rolled around and I tell you my head felt like someone was hitting it with a two-by-four.

I used to drink all the time and not feel like I was dying the next day. Then when I turned 25 earlier this year something happened and now with every sip I see the "Welcome to Hangover-ville!" sign getting closer and closer before I go to bed.

How did I wake up? To a big cup of coffee and a bacon, egg, and biscuit breakfast.

Oh, and warmed robe to slip into.

Be jealous. I would be. This sort of thing normally escapes me... but like I said- when it does happen it blows me away.

It was seriously just what I needed. I was starting to get into a funk over a few things, but there's nothing like having DH recognizing it (finally) and fixing it.

But I have to take Monster Puppy outside... he's really got to pee.