Romance is Dead. Like, Beat with a Stick and Buried Dead, but then Reanimated in Zombie-like Fashion.

The Hubby gave me my Valentine's Day "gift" last night.
It was a Snoopy love card.
Because he's nothing if not immaturely charming.
Inside was a note.  I'll rephrase what he wrote and intersperse my thoughts as I read it.
You're really hard to buy for (Diamonds dude. DIAMONDS. Not difficult at all.) so this is an IOU for a night out.
Let's get a babysitter (which means I'LL have to do the work and find one) and go out just the two of us.

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A Kalahari-Sized Dry Spell

I've been MIA for almost a month now on this crazy little blog.  I'm sure by now you've all either given up on me, gone insane from a deep depression, or are all , meh, fuck it.  She'll be back I'm sure....
I'm checking in to let you know that I haven't been doing anything exciting or special or groundbreaking, just regular busy grown up life stuff.  Rather stressful and crazy, but nothing funny or special enough that's worthy of blogging about.  I'm also seemingly battling a "depressive episode" as evidenced by my sudden sobbing fits a dozen times a day plus wanting to sleep and snack all the time.  Hopefully my new and improved med dose will kick in soon and I'll be my usual chipper-ass, snarky self.

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