I am sitting here nursing a sore throat. I start in the morning with hot Throat Coat tea, and work my way to hot mulled wine in the afternoon. And reading Twilight. I'm enjoying it, but I keep wondering if it is good to portray such an obsessive, stalking love story as romantic. Not to even mention the "You should be afraid of me", "I'm fine." chatter as love. But it is a pleasant read. Just not good for role modeling.
Last night was my husband's office Xmas party. I said that since I was sick, I would stay home, and he should go without me. He wouldn't go. Said it wasn't important for him to go. (Two years ago when we were on the rocks, and our office parties conflicted, it was the most important social event of the decade, and my fault that he missed it). So I said "Fine, I'll take some advil and we'll both go, because you should be there." So we went and had a good time. We got the dancing going, and he even did the twist with some secretary who asked him. (There will be pictures.) And I won a gift certificate to Cheesecake Factory. Maybe I should take some advil, it did make me feel better.
