In Grossness and in Health

Score point number 4,768 for the Russell. He has been dutifully caring for me this whole week since I have become ill. I have some sort of "cold". I haven't had a cold in over a year, and it's a little strange. I love to sleep, but even I am annoyed that I can't do much right now. To add insult to injury, my husband is going away to Connecticut for the week on business, and I am spending our weekend before he leaves on the couch stacking crumpled tissues together. Romantic, eh?

But let me just tell you the list of things my husband has done in the past couple of days. He has walked the dogs, done the laundry, kept the kitchen and the house clean, bought me juice, made me breakfast, gotten me medicine, and brought me matzoh ball soup. Don't you love him? Well, I married him first, so find your own nice Jewish boy.

Anyway, I think I am going to read something for school before I get all comatose again.

No Murder

Although Russ and I have only been married for three weeks, I have a few milestones to report. We have accomplished three things without committing homicide (either killing each other or innocent bystanders).

1). We completed a home decorating project that required hardware we didn't have
2). We vacationed together
3). We navigated our way around Queens

Out of all of the harrowing events, driving through Queens was the worst. Our favorite Blockbuster just closed, and we have an online membership which entitles us to two free rentals a month. Being broke, we are all about the coupons. Following the instructions of the previous Blockbuster employee, we schlepped out to Long Island City. I just want to point this out very clearly and succinctly:

I hate Queens.

The roads make no sense, I have no sense of where I am, and the drivers suck. I have no business being there. I barely make it to work, and I take the subway.

Anyway, we finally found the damn store after we stopped the car and hopped in a subway station to see if they had a city street map. I quickly hightailed it back to the car after an unidentified object hopped in my hair, and two rats scampered across my toes. Okay, they were a few feet in front of me, but they were the only things running the station. This station was the worst station ever. It's like the stereotype of a subway station. Grafitti everywhere, no station manager, poorly lit, and the like.

Anyway, we finally got to the new Blockbuster, but I don't think it will stick. It's far away and there is a closer one in Brooklyn.

Anyway, we accomplished that goal, and on top of it, made it back home and completed our decorating project. And we didn't fight once!

Also, if you want to do something fun in New York, walk into any bodega and ask the clerk what a stud finder is. Even Radio Shacks. Then just watch as the confusion sets in.