I am here to offer an update: I have maintained my retirement position, much to the detriment of my beloved house. Ben -- oblivious -- is slightly miffed. He thinks I'm just worn out. He doesn't realize I have transferred responsibility to him for the offended rooms to be cleaned. I think that realization will come in the next month or two (I've got to be strong! I've just got to!) Stand firm, women everywhere.
Also, I have been self-diagnosed with the swine flu. I was kinda sicky yesterday, and had to lay in my bed! Don't worry, I am well on my way to recovery. There is no cause for alarm. I tried to avoid others, and I watched a lot of movies. Sadly, I could not engorge myself with food, as tasty morsels didn't sound too yummy at the time. In fact, the delicious Corn Pops in my stomach right now are feeling a little unfriendly. Sad times, indeed.
I tried to find a picture I could post that looks like I do right now. This is pretty close. Not flattering, but I want my public to know the harsh realities of swine-fluiness. My hair is in exactly the same fashion, my face is in the same sad state of disrepair. The smile is a little too friendly. Turn the smile down a few degrees, imagine me in my "I have a black belt in crazy" shirt, and WA LA! Marie with the swine flu. I plan on being fully recovered by tomorrow.
In other, more limbo-ish news, Benjamin and I have found a house in La Verkin we will probably put an offer on, depending on our results from fasting this fast day. I am very torn on it. It is a house and yard that is awesome -- not new, but nicely cared with room to grow and tons of established yard for our children to go crazy in. It's the kind of house that would suit us well. It would be awesome! On the other hand, I'm kind of scared of actually buying it, I morally and emotionally can't leave our amazing neighborhood, and I would be like ten steps past devastated if I had to leave my calling. Hm. Ben said this morning after my restless sleep of nightmares that all those reasons are emotional and not legitimate in the long term. Then we had a scuffle. Then he went to work! Sigh. Men and Women. We are different. Who would have figured? Anyhow, I will let you know how this all develops.
Trina, thanks for making fun of me and coming up with this awesome title for my post. I am very fond of you!