T is once again on the Left Coast, and the boys and I are fending for ourselves. You see, he is busy attending the Electronic Entertainment Expo, aka E3. Video game fanatics have been known to trade body parts for tickets to this event -- it's the Super Bowl of gaming, where all the game companies and console makers unveil the latest and greatest for the future of video games.
My husband is in heaven. He called me yesterday from the balcony of his Four Seasons hotel room overlooking Rodeo Drive to let me know that his coworker saw Hugh Jackman in the hotel lobby (apparently he is filming a scene for a movie there.) Then he told me that Venice Beach was pretty nice, and boy howdy wouldn't I love the shopping there. (Okay, so he didn't say boy howdy, that's my expression. I have relatives in Utah, you'll have to make allowances.)
If my skin is looking a little green today, pay no attention. It's just that I am about to SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST in jealousy.
You see, on Saturday the kids got sick. On Sunday night I was at the Emergency Room with Toby until 3am while they gave him anti-nausea meds so that I could get tylenol and motrin into him to control his raging 103 fever without him instantly puking it back up onto my shirt.
On Monday I went to the doctor at 10am, dropped T off at his car, and then went home and parked my butt on the sofa till bedtime. Which came around midnight, when Toby finally settled down enough to go to sleep.
Yesterday I did my level best not to fall asleep into the cheerios Jack and I ate for dinner at around 4:30. By 10pm everyone was asleep and I could at last crawl into bed and get a few hours uninterrupted slumber.
The hilight of my day today was watching Veronica Mars and eating lunch with my sister-in-law. Now normally that would be a really stellar day - one for the Dear Diary.... but once I heard that they saw Elisha Cuthbert while dining at some fancy french restaurant last night, somehow it seemed a little less spectacular...
So "E" is for Envy. And you can figure out for yourself what the "F" is for...
3 comments:
What my darling wife neglects to mention is my hourly phone calls full of sincere lust and love for her beautiful soul. These are the moments that tear me most apart. While I do enjoy my time here - I wish I could share these minutes and moments with her like everything else I we share. Perhaps in the haze of jet lag I will be able to reconcile and pontificate to her the depths of my longings. Or perhaps not? We have a delicious eternity to share with one another to capture my feelings for her. What do you think? The surface may get scraped? Doubtful but worth a life time attempting.
t.
Want some additional information about my time here at E3? Why not go to my friends blog. you can get to it by going to: members.aol.com/gbcypes - it'll have an aim bent. but. he's chief. so it's to be expected. enjoy.
t.
Sorry Toby's sick. =(
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