A Surprisingly Sane Blog

As I’ve already mentioned a number of times, I survived eight years of Catholic school.

I learned a lot about how to be a prude, why I was probably going to hell someday, and most importantly, how I should treat the Temple of the Holy Spirit with love and respect. Oh, but orgasms outside of the marital act of intercourse, and only without the use of sinful birth control methods, was considered an abomination of the body’s godly purpose, of course. You know, to set the story straight.

However, since pierced ears don’t appear to be a crime against the Temple, I’m going to have to assume that other piercings aren’t necessarily considered defacing it, either.

My sister, who paid for my latest piercing as an early birthday present, agrees.

And as a side note, I am currently homeless and living at my parents’ place, so cell phone photos and blog updates are just gonna have to do it for you until all my fancy picture-downloading stuff and computer gear is in Seattle and out of storage. Speaking of which, it’s en route the three-day drive as I write. *sigh*

Last night was the last time we would get the chance to sleep in our bed in this house.

I slept like shit, of course.  Would you like to know why?

When April wasn’t waking up crying and disoriented by the sheer darkness and several boxes surrounding her otherwise-empty room every hour, James was eating a grand five-course meal in his sleep.  Complete with the chewing, smacking his lips, and grunts of satisfaction.  I’m not kidding.

My shoves, nudges, and kicks did absolutely nothing to curb his ferocious middle-of-the night appetite, nor did they pull him away from the feast he was devouring.

Yes, he’s the best husband ever, but DAMN, that guy has the most irritating sleeping habits I’ve ever seen.  And I get to sleep next to him every night.

Lucky me.

Current Mood: Alarmed