I had a very surprising, weepy moment last night in the middle of my cover-to-cover digestion of Fran Drescher’s account of her battle with cancer.
A book about cancer? Sad? You don’t say!
But I found myself crying at the happy parts of the book. And then again later during the cutesy ‘Big Families are Great’ moments of Cheaper by the Dozen. I caught Sir Halitosis looking up from his state of perma-napping with that, “you’re a crazy sap” look in his eyes. Deciding that His Excellency was right, I put the movie on pause and called a girlfriend for some non-sentimental gab.
El filled me in on the news back in the Hub. Time has flown, and as it turns out, the Fireman will be returning from his war duty this weekend. Coincidence that I was planning to make a trip up there? Purely. Uniformed boy-toys are so last year. All glibness aside, I can’t say that I miss the ridiculous drama of living on that aptly named dead-end street, so densely populated with my social circle. It was all a little too Peyton Place for me.
Forty-five minutes later, I hung up the phone and finished the movie. And cried again -- at least twice. Ninja, please! Yeah, yeah, I was once part of a big ole happy family, too. Sure my parents didn’t like each other nearly as much as Steve Martin and Bonnie Hunt, but my siblings kick ass and I’m really okay with the whole divorce thing…
What is with the big waaaah moments?
It was bedtime, so I went about my nightly ritual. Fed the cat, brushed my teeth, filled a cup of cold Brita water and wandered into the bedroom where I discovered…
I was down to the brown pills. You know, the sugar pills. Duh. That explained everything!
It’s honestly not a wonder that I forgot, seeing as the last few months I simply couldn’t be bothered with Mother Nature and opted to skip the brown pills altogether (no lectures, this is perfectly safe). Long gone are the days of advanced warning, caustic PMS symptoms for this girl. Now I simply have a solid twenty-four hours of hormonal shock treatment, during which I really should be wearing a sign that says,
Fragile: Handle with Care. And hugs and strawberry frozen yogurt.
Brown pills? {sigh...feel so old and out of it..AM old and out of it! Sad.}
Posted by: Michael at June 28, 2004 12:27 PMMy sugar pills were never brown. They were a pale green. Now I take white pills and skip a week in lieu of any sugar pills at all.
Why do they make them BROWN, though, I wonder. Yeah, I'm always dying to put brown stuff in my body.
Posted by: Shiz at June 28, 2004 04:44 PMHope you are feeling better today.
Posted by: emily at June 28, 2004 05:00 PMOh, yes, thank you! All cured.
Posted by: Fish at June 28, 2004 05:06 PMFrozen Yogurt - YUM YUM!
:)
Glad to hear you are "All Cured" - the yogurt does wonders doesn't it?
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Posted by: annette at June 28, 2004 07:30 PMI've been reading your site for awhile and just wanted to let you know that you're cool. I too cried watching "Cheaper by the Dozen" during that time of month cuz mother nature is evil!! Plus my heart broke for the little boy who thought his family didn't love him :(
Posted by: Shauna at June 29, 2004 01:24 AMI once made the mistake of renting "One True Thing" with one of my roommates. We were both in the sugar pill stage and a continent away from our mothers. Dumb, dumb, dumb!
Posted by: Lauren at June 29, 2004 01:25 PM