I spent an entire afternoon fighting with our phone company yesterday. I have spoken with them 9 times in the last two months in a desperate attempt to get something that seems so simple (yet for some reason is so completely impossible) straightened out. Each phone call has lasted from 30 minutes to 1.5 hours….no, I am not exaggerating. Kade and I built a pipe cleaner christmas tree and colored and cut out over 30 shrinky dink ornaments during that December marathon phone call.

Anyway, I finally got it worked out….I think.

I also scrubbed all the baseboards in my much-larger-than-I-ever-realized bedroom. Why, you ask? Because my freaking dog has decided that going outside in freezing, blowing snow and cold sucks and he’d much rather use my room as a toilet. Lovely. Nothing says romance like the lingering scent of dog urine…

I’m sporting ridiculously high blood sugars again (260 range) after changing out my infusion set this morning, but I am too cheap to switch it out again so I’m riding this out for a few hours to see if they start to come down (three boluses with no drop should be enough evidence, but these things are plated in gold and my $2500 deductible is looming over my head).

I’m so over winter. I’m dying for CityFresh to start up so I can stop subjecting my family to the weekly dinner rotation they’ve become so grudgingly accustomed to. I’d even smile at an entire share of greens and if you know me, you know just how much I love greens (I know, I know…they are good for you and when someone who knows what they are doing prepares them for me I actually like them, but when I cook them they just come out bitter and soggy).

Kyle’s going to bring home a little treat for us tonight since we live in Cleveland and it’s cold and grey and February. What better way to battle winter depression in Cleveland than spending a Friday night with single-malt scotch, guitar hero and the one you love?

Speaking of scotch and my undying love for it. Apparently, I’m an anomaly. Who’d have guessed?