COLD Day

It seriously didn't get above like 25 degrees here today. With windchill, it was in the single digits most of the day. Cold as shit, I tell you. There were wrecks all over the place this morning, total whiteout conditions for a while, but by golly they had school. *rolls eyes* Sometimes, it's better to make up days in the spring than take risks with kids in the winter. We didn't accumulate too much snow, probably 4 inches total, but it came down hard. Now, there's a blanket of completely frozen snow on the ground. It's all crunchy. Sadie doesn't even think this shit is fun. She has to squat all funny so her whizzer doesn't touch the ground when she pees. Yeah. It's THAT cold. And it's only November! I'm not looking forward to January thus far.

I went to PostSecret today and it made me cry. Mark has the secret in question posted on his blog, but it was the response that really got me. Go over there and read it, it's much easier than me posting it as well.

I'm slightly irritated at our liaison with AdoptUsKids. She was supposed to call me yesterday or today and she didn't. I wish people would do what they say they're going to do - especially where our adoption is concerned.

My skin has been hurting a lot lately, around the incision site. It hurts like a bitch in the evenings. I realized today that it's because I haven't been keeping up with ibuprofen during the day. I've also been wearing jeans lately (my normal jeans, not my fat pants), and I think the problem there is two-fold. First, they're too tight against my belly right now. Second, the fla of fabric that sticks up at the button hits me right at the bellybutton, and that incision was slow to heal so it is still a week or so behind in healing (it still hurts pretty regularly). Tonight isn't so bad since I remembered to drug myself today and I have worn elastic-waist pants all day. I have officially quit believing that I will ever be pain-free again. Today is 1 month exactly. I seriously thought I'd be over it by now. So, yeah... It's going to hurt forever. Disappointing.

Our couch has recliners on either end... Sadie normally sleeps under my recliner, although you'd think she'd know better at this point. Anyway, I have the recliner up, but my knees are all drawn up against me (because I'm freezing, as usual). She knows her back feet must remain on the floor at all times, even though she's allowed to put her front feet up on my lap and get lovin's. Anyway, she put her rawhide up on the recliner, then laid down across it. Her back feet were still on the floor, but for all intents and purposes, she was laying with me. It amused me. Now she's making Marge Simpson noises in Mark's general direction. Such a goofy dog. I've got to record these sounds at some point so that the world at large may enjoy them and laugh at the strangeness that is The Sadie.