Life is ridiculous.

[sabrinamari]

Tonight I tried to communicate many things. Some of my attempts went reasonably well. Others just got strange.

The attempt to get refills at the pharmacy was a gigantic clusterfuck of anguish, with a really, really nice woman trying desperately to help long after I would have chewed off my own arm to escape.

Then we went to Target to buy a bathroom rug. "Do you think we need a prescription to buy a rug?" Michael asked. "I don't know," I answered solemnly. "Let's hope this goes better."

But there, in the towel aisle, I had a moment of true weirdness that I'm not even going to try to explain. I'm just going to say that it led to Michael running away for dear life while desperately clutching two brown bathroom rugs. We both laughed hysterically as I chased him in an attempt to retrieve one of them. "I really NEED to understand this..." he gasped between bouts of hysteria, trying to get me to explain myself. "It's inexplicable," I choked back. "But it's harmless, so can't you just accept it?"

"I'm going to keep being weird whether you understand it or not," I finally said. "So you're asking me for permission to be crazy?" He asked incredulously.

In other families, things could have gone rather badly from here, but in ours, it just led to more laughter and a mutual acknowledgement of the ridiculousness of life.

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[sligoe.livejournal.com]

Prescription refilling/juggling remains one of the most frustrating things in my life, since I have about 13 scripts to juggle at any one time. When to refill? When to request another medication, because the insurance company has decided that it doesn't like the drug company and has increased the co-pay to something completely outrageous? When to complain that it's taken THREE phone calls to get the JUST RIGHT needle tips for me to take my insulin without driving a nail into my flesh? It's crazy. If you're lucky, like I am (usually!), your pharmacy willg et to know you, your preferences, and when you step up to the window will just ask you to confirm your address because they know your name. :) But remember that you are a consumer, and you can take your prescription anywhere that gives you great service---they don't have a monopoly on drugs, and it's a powerful weapon to use against bad pharmacy techs, pharmacists, and stores that just don't give you the help you need.

Dave and I giggle. A lot, especially when we're in a store. I love it---he giggles like a little girl. Being weird is our stock in trade---permission being granted the minute we got married. LOL

On another note---could we have a call sometime soon?

[sabrinamari.livejournal.com]

YES! We need to do a call, In fact, we need to figure out how to be in the same place at the same time on actual Ostara. Is there any way you can travel down to me? I teach a Wednesday night class so I can't really travel up easily unless it's a flying trip up and back.

But we need to be in the same place at dawn on the 20th or 21st if at all possible.

I have been meaning to tell you this. Maybe we can discuss on the phone on Monday?

[sligoe.livejournal.com]

Yes, let's talk on Monday---sometime in the afternoon? I have a doctor's appointment in the early AM, and then my first math test of the semester. :( I'll need a friendly voice after that! LOL

[jr0124.livejournal.com]

Do you know how much "I had a moment of true weirdness that I'm not even going to try to explain" piques my curiosity for you to explain? Especially something that would compel Michael to run away screaming?

Sounds like it was a wonderful stress release after the pharmacy difficulties.

[sabrinamari.livejournal.com]

OK. This is the real weirdness. We decided to replace the bathroom rug. Michael wanted a chocolate rug this time instead of a green one. Cool.

I looked at it and said, "Let's get a toilet seat cover and two matching towels, too. " "Really?", says Michael. "Why do we need that? We've never had one yet. So why now?" But I insist because I think the uncovered seat isn't gorgeous, so he finally shrugs and says OK. Then we spend some considerable time picking out the exact rug and the exact seat cover.

Finally, he walks away with the rug and the seat cover. Suddenly, while standing in the middle of the aisle, I get a totally irrational but very strong feeling that I should not have too much brown in that bathroom. No reason why, just a feeling that it is a Bad Idea.

This kind of thing happens a lot, but usually, it's "Oh, my sushi order is ready now and I need to go back inside and get it," and I walk back into the restaurant just as the counter person is walking out with my order. Or, "I need to call Cat right now. Right NOW!" So I do, and I interrupt a conversation in which she is telling her Turtle Hill team that she needs to talk to me today about getting my help for an upcoming project.

But this time it was, "Too much brown in the bathroom---BAD!"

So I started running after Michael, saying, "Um, I don't want the seat cover after all, please toss it back and I'll put it away." And he's like, "What? After all THAT? It's OK, it's only 8 bucks. We can get it."

But I'm desperately NEEDING to put it back and I don't want to explain it so I'm all, "No, really, please, just toss it back and I'll put away. I don't need it. Really."

So he starts laughing and running away with it, calling back, "But you hate the seat and think it's ugly!" And I'm thinking, please, please just throw the seat cover back, I can't explain it, I just KNOW...and he won't give up. He is SURE that I am trying to be frugal or I feel like I need to please him or something and he is dead set on giving me this damn seat cover. So total chaos ensues as I attempt to chase him down and extract the seat cover without revealing anything to him about why.

So basically, you have two flailing, fleeing persons attempting to run each other down in the aisles of Target, each with an uncanny desperation to get their own way.

He wants to know why. He wants to know why. I do not want to tell him. He keeps running and taunting, I keep chasing and holding back.

Finally, I crack and blurt out, "It's unlucky! It's just unlucky to have two much brown in that bathroom!" I mean, what can I say? How do I translate this feeling accurately, in that exact moment, under immediate pressure? And he just stops, stupefied at the ridiculousness of what I have just said. He literally blinks at me in disbelief.

So, there I am, struck with this feeling, and he there he is, paralyzed. He finally gives me back the seat cover, dumbfounded, and I quickly put it back and try, somehow, to offer some kind of lame explanation about what has just happened.

And when we put the rug in the bathroom this morning, it looks great. But it's clear that any more brown would just be too much. The shower curtain is a soft yellowish-white with a green bamboo design, and with the rug, it looks like a bamboo forest is growing out of our floor.

The seat cover and hand towels should clearly be green.

But how could I explain to him what I suddenly knew, but did not yet understand?

[sligoe.livejournal.com]

I have many moments like this, and Dave thinks I'm insane, but has learned to listen just a little bit to my insanity. Although, I am very sure he gets frustrated with my inability to explain what I mean, or what I feel. :)

[eoma-p.livejournal.com]

I love you. Very much.

[puckmls.livejournal.com]

I think I understand the "too much brown" thing. Because you only want a certain amount of brown stuff in a bathroom -- you don't want Number 2 all over the place! (as it were) ;-)