Nothin' but good news

I know I haven't posted for a little while...

Good news:

1) I am climbing out of my rut! This past weekend, Trevor and I cleaned, cleaned, cleaned and were super productive. It really helped my mood.

2) I had treatment #10 out of 12 today! 83% DONE! Two more to go!

TREEEEE!

Trevor is home! Just him being back makes me feel SO much better. I'm still losing my hair like crazy, and I still feel like a marshmallow, and I still have a ton of other crappy side-effects - but just having him in my arms again (or even just in the other room) makes everything a million times better.

BUT he has to work today. Ugh. But we're going to hang out tonight. And it's actually a good thing he's working today because he and another guy were the only ones asked to work this weekend - it's is a good sign they like him a lot already! I'm so proud. :o)

Beauty & The Beast

Trevor: "We've already established that if you were a Disney princess you'd be Belle, right?"

Paige: "Yeah, I think so..."

Trevor: "Because your dad's an engineer and Belle's dad was, like, an inventor-guy."

Paige: "Yeah, okay..."

Trevor: "And you like to read. And sketchy guys like you and follow you around."

Paige: "Haha. And I'm adventurous!"

Trevor: "Well, yeah... That, AND you fell in love with a big hairy man."

Sound the alarm

Trevor just informed me that his parents TURNED ON THE HEAT in their house. This probably means a) the heater is actually broken and turned on on its own; b) his mom has finally stopped having hot flashes; c) his parents were possessed by chilled-to-the-bone Arctic walruses for the past 20-odd years that have just now decided to get on with their migration.

If you picked "c," you get a treat.

Goodbye walruses. Have a good journey. I hope you enjoyed Jan's good-Jewish-mother cooking. 

"Good" morning to you, too.

Trevor has a bad habit of not drying off after he gets out of the shower.

I'm not just talking leaving a lake in the middle of the bathroom floor. No, it's WORSE.

Just imagine: You're sleeping in on a glorious weekend morning, and a BIG HAIRY WATER-LOGGED MAN rips off your covers and jumps into bed with you. Not to mention the water has chilled to icicles on his body. Your slumber has now not only been interrupted by the jolt of this large "innocent" puppy, but you now resemble an uninformed Splash Mountain passenger (COME ON, it's called SPLASH Mountain for a reason).

You jump out of bed, scowling at this sopping wet dude as he grins from under the covers: "What's wrong? I'm CLEAN!" 

You push the bedhead out of your make-up laden raccoon eyes and walk to the bathroom where you proceed to drown in the lake your boyfriend has so lovingly left for you.

Puppy from the other room: "I just wanted to SPOOOOOOOON!"

Here comes the bride nerd.

If Trevor and I were just a LEEEETLE bit nerdier, I have a feeling we would totally get these.