Busy! Busy busy!
Anniversary fun! Sickness! Up at 3AM to drive hubby to airport! (Blarg!)
Husband in Las Vegas for NAB!
I’m leaving for Florida in a few days! (Woot!)
Packing, lots of packing! And unpacking! Also cleaning and laundry. (And comfort for a tiny doggie who misses his Daddy and is very confused.)
Whee!
Well, dear readers, I won’t be posting here for a few days. (”Gasp! Help! Panic in the streets!” Sigh.)
This weekend holds a very special date in the atroxi household. Seven years ago, as of this Saturday, I became mrsatroxi. Yup, that’s right, seven years of marriage. It’s hard to believe that much time has passed and at the same time it seems much longer. I cannot imagine my life without my husband, or my life before him. He is my constant, my rock, my laughter and my love.
Here’s to forever.
Since I’m still sick, and have nothing to write about, I shall amuse myself with tales of my own oddness.
I can read a map.
Yup.
Give me a nice AAA paper map and three minutes and I can get you wherever you want to go. I understand maps, I like maps, and it’s a fun little prowess to have. (I however, do not understand GPS or Google maps. At all. They confuse the heck outta me.) This is also a gift from my father, who when I was a child used to give me a map and a highlighter to plot out the route for whatever vacation we were taking that year.
Secondly?
I can fold a map.
Oh, yeah.