Fanfic quote of the day

"It's lovely", Bashir mused as he accepted the garment Garak offered 
him, "but I'm afraid I don't understand". The tailor smiled.

"It is my sincerest hope, dear doctor", he replied, "that later this 
evening you will."

From Masks by Kat.

Ok, so... today...

First night in new bed was deeeeeeelicious. But it turned out to be abnormally huge, so a lot of furniture had to be moved around to fit it in the bedroom. Which means, my whole body hurts, despite the night in an exquisite bed. Especially the knee I hurt from falling on the ice a while ago. It still twinges every time I stand up. If it wasn't getting slowly better, I would have gone to the doctor by now.

Bought a new car seat for Pea today, since the old one was simply too small. The new one is awesome and it was surprisingly cheap. Will test it tomorrow, when Pea and I go to see Mutti, because hubby will be gone all. the. fucking. day.

I hate that play of his. I really, really do. I'm not even sure I'm going to go and see it. Considering I never wanted him to do it and he promised me not to, I don't see any reason for me to go and watch the stupid thing. Bah.

Had it out with Auntie today. She came by and promptly cleaned our toilet, before hubby caught her and explained to her why that was bad. He then proceeded to make her wait until I got home, so she could apologize to me in person, for violating my privacy. She kept saying that she couldn't help herself and that she did it everywhere, but frankly, I find myself wondering about that. She certainly didn't do it before I let her and mum-in-law clean the house before the birth. Anywho, she promised not to do it again. *sigh*

Therapy today was... an experience. Some of you might remember me saying how I always cry at therapy? Well, apparently, this didn't make my therapist think that I was, oh I dunno, feeling like SHIT PERHAPS!!?? So today, she suddenly went: "You mean, it hurts this badly every time we talk??" I only barely restrained myself from going DUH! at her. So now she's going on about maybe stopping my therapy. She doesn't think there is anything to adjust with my meds, either. So where does that leave me? I have no fucking clue. Thanks a lot, there, therapist...

So... some problems resolved, others created. Back to square one, as always. Oh well. At least I have a humongous bed to crash on. Maybe I should test it properly with hubby tonight...

Sleep tight, people!