The good news is there is no more bad news.

I have good news, followed by bad news and lots of crying, followed by good news and much giddiness. I'm not even going to bother asking you what order you want it in; it's my blog and it makes more sense to do it the way I just set it up.

Oh, Happy Day

I finally booked my manicure and pedicure at the spa and it was fabulous. Dom's dad got me a gift card for a 2 hour hand and foot extravaganza for Mother's Day. It was stereotypically the most relaxing place I've ever seen.

They have a "quiet room" to wait in where they bring you hot tea and you can read magazines and listen to fountains dribble while they get set up. The fountain thing just made me have to pee, but bodily fluids aside, it was relatively calming. Then I got my feet rubbed while sitting in a massaging chair, my hands dipped in paraffin wax, and my nails painted a pretty purple shade that I managed to screw up on the way to the car (even AFTER I waited the 15 minutes for everything to dry). My hand and feet are still feel soft. I love being a girl!

Afterward I called Dom and let him know how it went. He asked, "So you're nice and relaxed now? Not stressed or in a bad mood?" I answered "No," followed by "Why? Do you have bad news?"

Yes, Bad News

Because some Chief is a dumbass and can't get qualified to go on his own deployment, Dom will be leaving on Monday in his place. He'll be gone for a month. There will probably be much bloggage in his absence. So I suppose it's good news for you guys!


Happy Ending?

Since my husband is adequate at his job and has to take the place of Chief Diddly Hoo Ha, he will be gone for our 5th wedding anniversary on June 12th. Dom took me out for an impromptu dinner and romp around the mall (get your mind out of the gutters, people) last night.

That's when I got this.



I have such a great hubby! Now I'm going to miss him extra because he was all gushy and sentimental. Here, let me ruin it with this video.



Today's subject line quotes is Herr Flick, "Allo Allo!" (1982).

Deformity's sexy. I picture Drew Barrymore with, like, an eye patch, a club foot, maybe a lisp.

I'm too [insert adjective that makes you less upset with me for not blogging here] to write my own life's story of late, so I'm just stealing Liz's (my sister-in-law) latest blog update. But she's a popular bloggess, so it's all good. This requires participation, so cooperate or you won't get any new posts at all!

Who would play me in a lifetime movie? Liz suggested Drew Barrymore for this reason:

Bubbly, adorable-faced blonde with porcelain skin and rosy cheeks. She can clearly handle the quirkiness of the Cassidy out on the town with the gals, having a few margaritas - we've all seen her not handle alcohol well in Wedding Singer. She can also handle the darker, depressing Cassidy turmoil - she just has to dredge up her own past, right? We've seen her do dark and philosophical in Donnie Darko. And an artsy poet in Music and Lyrics. And when it comes to the spiritual side of Cass? I'm thinking a bit of "Firestarter" LOL! I'm trying to figure out where to throw in the Charlie's Angels reference...but I've never witnessed you kickin ass.

Do you agree? Why or why not. If you reply, I will then cast someone to play you.


Now, let's hear who you guys think would play you? Wait, why don't you post your name, and I'll give you MY best offer, then you can tell me whether you had a better idea. : )

Today's subject line quote is Peter Dragon, "Action" (1999) {Re-Enter the Dragon (#1.2)}.