sick day part deux....

So I called in sick to del forte today.  I just couldn’t muster up any reason to get out of bed.  I just felt like shit and matt and I had a lack of argument the night before which can occasionally be worse than having an argument.  Staying up all night with your stomach turning and having a scenario style argument in your head is not conducive to restful sleep.  The other thing that keeps our neighborhood from sleeping is a car with car alarms parked on busy streets where said alarms are set off by vibrations from passing cars.  I will end these people if I ever figure out who they are.  I have figured out which one of these cars goes off at 7am, 7:15am, and 7:30am almost every other day.  I have considered leaving a lengthy note about their parking habits and the sensitivity of their car alarm.  I think a reminder of "the boy who cried wolf" story would really drive it home.  I hate car alarms, they might make your insurance a little cheaper but most people loathe them and or ignore them making them pointless.

I woke up and called in, then decided to lie back down on the couch and try to sleep some more, and then the argument came.  Nothing huge, just the same fight we always have.  Then we both went back to bed and slept till 2:45pm.  Then we went out to run some errands and then had dinner at our favorite Japanese restaurant, Geta (like the sandal).  I took some pictures... but for some reason vox doesnt like photobucket today, have to try a different way...

So at 11pm tonight the Marines called for matt.  I cannot even tell you how my blood boiled.  I went into mama bear mode and told the guy that he should look more carefully at who is on his calling list and not to call again.  Well I said something else, and matt got mad at me for saying vaguely threaten things to military personal considering his security status.  I was still super mad that they were trying to take my chuug.  I'm obviously over protective but it’s out of love.