Pug Eye

Happy Hump Day!

I found myself waking up this morning from another night of sleeping under 12 blankets surrounded by dogs. How are these dogs managing to be so sneaky as to climb into bed without me or John waking up? Seriously, they are a combined 120 lbs--- not to mention the snoring alone could wake a hibernating bear. Nevertheless, i woke up, and it was COLD! 12 degrees outside and I think to myself, "is today the day that my headaches stop?" I felt a little better; at least, I didnt wake up feeling like I'd been wacked in the head with a cast iron skillet in some sort of cartoon blooper. So, it was going well---until I got into my car, and drove to work. Suddenly I was reminded of an article I read about flat-snouted dogs, such as Pugs, who are predisposed to eyes popping out. I thought my left eye was seriously going to pop out of my head and land on the dash board. So by the time I got to work, my left eye was carrying some major baggage. Things were'nt looking good. But, I fought through.

I've been doing yoga in the evenings-which helps me fall into a nice deep slumber. However, I find myself quietly excusing myself from whatever it is John and I are doing, and retreating into our bedroom, and as cooly as I can closing the door behind me; like i'm escaping from being held hostage. Why you ask? Have I mentioned my boyfriend has an affliction that prevents him from maintaining silence for more than 1 minute? It really makes him uncomfortable. Once, while reading in bed, he came into our room, clearly saw me deep in my book, and just laid down and started talking away. And I'm not talking like, engaging me in conversation, he was just talking. It didnt matter wether I was there or not, he would have talked to the bed. I really think he is uncomfortable with silence. I bet him one time he couldnt go 10 minutes, during a tv show, without talking. We timed him, and I'm not kidding, his face turned red at about minute 8.

Back to the yoga- so i'm doing my yoga in our room, its about 10 pm- the lights are dim, and its really peaceful in the room. I hear him and the dogs making their way down the hall to get into bed. He opens the door and sees an ultra quiet, serene situation, and immediately its like word vomit. After 2.5 years together, I've learned to just laugh, and shrug it off. But during yoga? So I ask "please! just 10 minutes, ok? can this wait?". He obliges. What does he do? Goes to the bathroom (which is in our bedroom, right next to me) and sings to himself. This is not uncommon, as he usually sings to himself in the morning while performing his morning constitutional---that's another post.

Damn, I love that man.