This WPP (see Sunday’s post) stuff really chaps my hide. I could really use a good vent session today, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to remain under radar for a little while longer to make sure I’m in the clear. I haven’t figured out how I will know I’m in the clear… I’ll have to think about that later. I guess I’ll have to start talking in code or something. I could write about my “mom” and “dad” like they were other people… okay sorry everyone. Like I said I needed a vent session today and can’t really get one yet. Its a family related vent- if you hadn’t already guessed.

I got pictures today! I’m trying to figure out how to put them in my actual post, so it may be a year or so before they are actually up because I haven’t got it to work yet.

Since I can’t post about what I really need to just yet, I may as well stop talking about it so I quit thinking about it!

Will and I went on our first date last night. Awwwww. How sweet. I even had my mom take a picture before our big night out. Since we are living with them I just imagined her yelling, “You kids don’t stay out too late,” or “Remember, they arrest people that show too much affection in public!!!”

I really braced myself for that one. The only thing that was missing was my dad opening the door with a shot gun in hand or something.

It was good to get out- can you tell I needed to?

We went to ChiChis- after about a 45 minute drive trying to find it. Gulf Road is a little confusing and there are few places to turn around- you have to go miles down the road to turn around when where you wanted to be initally was across the street. So, it made for a long trip. Once we got there it was good to sit down and eat and enjoy eachother’s company and just be together alone- for the first ever time since we’ve been here.

Then around 2 this morning Will gets out of bed and slowly makes his way to the bathroom all sick-like. He was feeling miserable. He brought the trashcan in and two towels- one to put on the floor and one to put under the pillow incase something happened. I felt really bad for him and put a wash cloth on this forehead, but the whole time I was thinking, “PLEASE don’t throw up! I just don’t think I can handle it.“ Is that bad? He’s thrown up once before since we’ve been married but made it to the toliet, but if it was going to happen this morning, there was no way he was making it to the bathroom. I tried to be sweet and gentle with him, but I was praying the whole time that he didn’t throw up, but then I compromised and became realistic and was telling myself, “Okay Brittny, I realize he’s probably going to throw up, but maybe, just maybe you’ll get lucky and he’ll make it in the trash can.“

You know the whole thing about having a kid and not minding if it craps or throws up all over you because it’s your baby and you get used to it? The same doesn’t apply for husbands (or in my case babies either). Will- I love you, but please… please I beg you, do not roll over and throw up on me. That’s all I could think. Maybe if we had our own place I wouldn’t have minded so much, but with everything looming over my head, being puked on was the last thing I could have used.

Poor thing, he felt horrible. I caressed his head and he finally went to sleep.

Well, we made it through the night and I woke up unscathed. He finally went back to sleep around 3:30.

That’s the most excitement I’ve had today! Hope you Monday is just as good, if not better. Ha Ha

Thanks for listening