I just read an article on CNN that the CDC says this is the worst flu season in three years. Fred and I can attest to that. He battled a high fever, body aches and coughing fits for six days before ever-so-kindly passing it my way. Of course, I also got the nausea/vomiting bit on top of everything else. (Awesome.)
We just got back from my cousin's wedding in San Antonio (I told you we're the two most wedding-goingest people this year). It was great fun—lots of booze and good food mixed with my crazy alcoholic uncles.
Fred and I both had nightmares last night. He woke me up at 5 a.m. to tell me that I had cheated on him. "You were stripping for Aaron," he said, appalled that I would dare do something do scandalous in his very twisted imagination—and for his best friend, no less.
I have a slight obsession with that new Bravo show Millionaire Matchmaker. It's astounding to me that a woman gets paid to set trophy-searching wealthy men up with a bunch of gold-digging whor… (ahem), I mean… women. But I have to admit, besides the pure entertainment value I get from it, I also take notes. Patti the matchmaker, despite her really annoying personality, is actually very good at matching people up. And since being engaged I have become something of a matchmaker myself.
That Destiny's Child song, Independent Woman, used to be my mantra. I could do anything on my own and really didn't understand the need for constant male companionship. I even told Fred as much on our first date. "I'm not really interested in getting married. Ever. I just don't see the need for it."
Beer is yummy. Beer plus 78 degree weather, plus hot baseball players is a little place I like to call heaven. Or Arizona. I just got back from Scottsdale, where I was visiting my friend Sarah, an ESPN editor who was covering baseball spring training. For her it was work, for me it was spring break. Every afternoon, I got to sit in a sunny stadium drinking cold beer. On more than one occasion, I thought: Life doesn't get any better than this. And then I would feel a little guilty, because I knew Fred was in his office back in Atlanta chained to his desk. Is it OK to have that much fun hundreds of miles away from your significant other? I vote YES. (Unless I'm the one chained to a desk and he's partying it up somewhere. Then, NO.
