Good morning, my loves! Another weekend come and gone with another busy week ahead.
Wednesday I FINALLY had my long awaited CT scan of my chest. And, as usual, there was drama to go along, which almost caused the test to not be done at all. The insurance company authorized the wrong test (the doctor ordered with IV contrast, they authorized without) the tech got extremely condescending with me, and I was basically to the point where I thought security was going to strap me down and inject me with some Haldol. I'm certain Brie thought she may have to come rescue me because even my texts to her would make one believe I was on the verge of a breakdown. I make my "black lipliner" jokes, but it really does take a lot to throw me over the edge. I was at my breaking point that day, and couldn't even talk by the time I got out of there.
Results of CT pending.
In other news, my hemoglobin has dropped more.
Thursday was mine and Hubby's 5 year anniversary. We had a great dinner at home, and he gave me the greatest card in the history of Hallmark...
Friday we had our usual Lent Sushi Dinner Date with Brandon and Dianna, and I'm quite certain I ate my weight in edamame, raw fillets and Scott rolls.
Saturday we ran some errands, then came home, relaxed and watched the Flyers game.
We had anniversary dinner at Butcher & Singer, an amazing restaraunt in center city Philly that pays homage to Old Hollywood; dark wood, tufted leather circular booths, steaks, wine and dirty martinis.
I think I was born in the wrong era. If you saw my wedding post, you know that I love everything that is Old Hollywood glamour. For our anniversary dinner, I donned gorgeous red lipstick and after control top pantyhose AND Spanx, I got my ass into a vintage inspired dress. I may not have hair, but I rocked my look!
An old friend
We had a booth to ourselves, so we were able to snuggle in between courses. We enjoyed oysters, calamari, salad, steaks, martini's, wine, coffee and a dessert called Baked Alaska. My tastebuds are still doing the Dougie. I ate so much that I felt I was about to pop. In fact, this happened...
That would be my too-small Spanx. That I took off in the bathroom. So I could eat more.
Me & the Hubs
Handsome Hubby waiting for the car!
Sunday morning we relaxed and watched my favorite Canadian identical twins, The Property Brothers. I really would love to know where they find the ass hats they cast on those shows. Some of those people are downright mean and dont seem the least bit grateful. Oh, the super talented Scott Brothers want to find you a piece of shit home and turn it into something gorgeous?!?!?! Then wipe that swarmy, know-it-all look off your face. Do it yourself if you don't think they know what they are doing.
And something super monumental happened.
I. Paid. Off. My. Student. Loans.
You read that correctly. Seriously. Stick a fork in me. I'm done. Take that Fannie Mae! 3 degrees, none of which I currently use because I'm out on disability, and I'm all done.
Hubby always complained that he didn't have students loans, yet he inherited mine. He was smart, did amazing in college and got the Department of Defense to pay for both his Bachelors and Masters once he started working for them. I drank my face off, barely passed the first time around, and just finished paying 10 years later. And I can't lie, if it weren't for our combined (his) income, I probably wouldn't have paid them off in this lifetime.
"I promise, to love you in sickness and in health, and to inherit and help pay for any student loans you may have wracked up before we met."
The above should have been added to our vows.
Sunday dinner at my parents house. Always good to partake in some family time, plus I got to see this super handsome dude.
No Aunt Marla, this is MY ice cream sandwich!!!!!!
And now Monday is upon us, and I have a full week of doctors appointments, blood work, and my infusion. Fun times. Fun times.
Hope everyone had a weekend better than The Bieb's!! The HORROR of not getting you and your 14 year old friends into a UK nightclub on your 19th birthday! First off, what 19 year old hangs out with 14 year olds? And second, why the hell does Justin Bieber think he should be given any kind of special treatment? His music sucks. Dude can't even remember to put on a shirt half the time. And when he does, it looks like this... Are leopard print back backs all the rage for 19 year old boys in Canada? What would Drew & Jonathan say?
Although, I have to admit, I did get pretty pouty face when my fake ID didn't work on my 19th birthday. But I didn't deem it my WORST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!
Oh Biebs, you have a lot to learn. But, for now, pull up your fucking pants and put on a damn shirt.
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