A quickie

This will be a little flighty because I'm on a small break at work while I'm waiting for some files to upload. But I haven't really posted much of anything in a while - many thanks to The Thing for distracting you with his/our story. Which brings me to Item #1...

1. The Thing promises that Part 3 will be ready for me to post by Friday night.
2. Work completely sucks. The deadline from hell is more hell-ish then normal. They decided they (The Evil Client) didn't want to wait until March for all of the information so they are making us put out an earlier package...today...about 50 minutes ago to be exact. Fuck 'em. I just had surgery...
3. I had my post-op appointment with the doc Monday night. He says he is not surprised to find that I am still trying to recovery from the surgery because in the process of my tubal he found scar tissue on my ovaries which required a lot more poking around in there then he normally does. A week later, I'm still bleeding, I'm still swollen enough that I've been standing at work with my pants unzippered beneath long sweaters all week, and my cooch is beautiful bruised shade of brownish-yellow. Attractive, no? But, as my doc pointed out, he did get some wonderful pictures of my ovaries so it was all worth it. It's a good thing he's a hottie.
4. I'm madly in love with The Thing and if I could find a way to convince him to move up here to be with me, I'd do it.
5. The Boy had a near death experience yesterday. It happened when I opened up his report card. Two D's and Two F's. He would need straight A's for the rest of the year in order to pass into the 11th grade in the Fall. The Boy has an IQ of 163. Could someone please explain this to me? And if you say 'teenage angst' I'll stick a fork...you know...
6. I have found that when push comes to shove, The Paperweight is not entirely evil. Being left with no other options, I had him take me to the surgery last week. He was wonderful, held me while I bawled my eyes out in the recovery when none of the pain meds would work and fetched me whatever I wanted. He then proceeded to take me home, put me in bed, and take care of everything else. He took care of the kids, kept me supplied in water, crackers and Percocet, spent the night on the couch so that he'd be there if I needed anything, and took care of the kids the next morning.
7. Two days later, he asked to borrow $350 from me so he could pay his taxes. I said he wasn't entirely evil.
8. Though Hottie Gyn would disagree. He's still so angry at The Paperweight for walking out on me and the kids that he wouldn't speak to him at the hospital. Doc told me at the appointment Monday that he didn't show Paperweight the 'wonderful' pictures of my ovaries either because he didn't think Paperweight 'deserved to see them'.
9. I think I broke something on the computer...um...
be back later...