Stealin’ and Rhymin’, Bitchin’ and Whinin’

I’ve been very surly for the past few days due to a sparkly new flare up of my back problem, and the discovery that the aggressive steroid treatment I’m trying does not seem to be doing hooey. My batting average is steadily climbing though, so that’s good.

I am however somewhat happier in my pain since Aaron took my vicodined-up ass to our favorite restaurant and Dairy Queen last night– this being one night after he recreated a vegetarian version of what I had off-handedly commented was the best pasta dish I’d ever had– starting by carmelizing the onions in the morning while he was already in the kitchen baking gingerbread cookies for his nana’s birthday.

If for some reason you ever hear me complain about him leaving his socks on the floor or whatever, slug me with a very heavy household appliance.