I know what you’re thinking, What the fuck does Spackling have to do with Sexy Sunday Annie? Well it really doesn’t have anything to do with sexy Sunday. But let me finish Ok. So here it is, Spackling 1o1 with your Sir.
Have you ever done some kind of remodeling with your spouse or Sir? Well for us it’s really sprucing up the place so we can get our equity back. You all know that this is a crazy time for us right now. There’s one major thing after another on our plates at the moment and we are trying to do them all at once.
We saw a piebald deer this week. That’s a half white dear. When I got home I looked it up and the American Indians say it’s good luck. And believe me we can use it.
The good thing is that I’m having a lumbar spinal fusion on March 12th. Yes this is good news. It means that after 26 years of dealing with chronic pain a surgeon is going to use a new technique and relieve the nerve pain in my lower back. So keep your figures crossed and think good thoughts for me.
Then Mike saw his lawyer this past week and they are finally getting his workers comp and retirement packages together.
And we are moving to Florida in the spring. You are probably thinking what’s the rush? Well my Mom wants us settled before something happens to her. So we are trying to get everything done as fast as we possibly can.
So before my surgery we have to have everything packed. We also have to make sure this co-op is ready for the next family to take it. Since I won’t be any help after surgery our stress levels are at an all time high in this house.
The good news is that we still love each other. Yes even after having my Sir home for two years invading my space I still love him. There hasn’t even been any major arguments. But of course we are human, so bickering and getting on each others nerves is a daily event here in Jersey. But all in all for now we’re holding it together And the way we do that is we laugh a lot. Now when something goes wrong I laugh so hard I almost pee my pants. I can’t help it. Its really delirium at its finest.
So as most of you know when you move you have to purge. There’s just no way after living in one place for the past twenty five years that we haven’t accumulated a lot of shit. So we have been purging as much shit as we possibly can.
For Christmas this year we raided the gift closet and also gave away most of our expensive collectibles to the people who were going to get them anyway one day. We figured why pack these things up. Lets just let everyone enjoy the stuff now. And it seemed to go over big. So Yaa we got rid of the really good shit.
So now we are left with the regular shit and the shit that goes to the curb, and the curb people are loving it.
And I’m also happy to report that the garbage men are having a great time with our shit. I even know what their families are getting for Christmas this year.
So on Friday morning Mike spackled the walls in our dining and living room. I’m not used to living in deplorable surroundings. And yes I’ve starting to lose my mind. But the only other choice would be to leave it for the housing corp to fix. And they charge a lot of money to do this kind of work. So we are biting the bullet and doing the best we can.
Saturday while Mike sanded the dried Spackle off the walls, my Chihuahua Louie and I went up-stairs to pack Mike’s closet up and to tackle mine. OMG did I mention I HATE THIS!! Ok I’m Ok..
My only solace is that by March 9th I will be looking at clear blue water on Siesta Key beach.
Did I fail to mention my surgery is in Florida, Yea well I’m not stupid. Why have surgery here in Jersey, where it’s fucking cold and dreary? When I can recuperate in the Sunshine state with our friends.
So anyway after about two hours of packing my back was screaming and I come down stairs to get a cup of coffee.Well when I reached the bottom step I could see that the entire room was covered in white dust. Including my amazing husband. Now you might think that he would cover the furniture? Nope. But he sure as shit didn’t forget to cover the flat screen TV.
I think if men lived alone they would never clean unless they had too. Because if Mike had his way he wouldn’t of cleaned up today. He would have uncovered the TV and ordered a pizza for dinner and watched the movie TED while sitting in room full of white soot. He would have waited to clean up tomorrow after he finished the rest of the room. As he puts it why clean up twice? Really?
So as I’m trying to maneuver past the wing back chairs I started to lose it. My eyes started to tear up and I just couldn’t take it anymore.
So Mike seeing that I’m a mess comes over and gives me a hug and tells me it’s all gonna be alright. Of course he gets a squeeze in as he lets go of me. I look down at my black tee shirt and there is his white soot filled hand print over my left breast. Needless to say he made me laugh. Yes I’m a mess, in a lot of pain, and my mind never stops worrying about all we need to do in the next month and half.
But we are laughing and have each other’s backs. We know that life isn’t always easy or fair. I keep thinking that this is going to be a bitter sweet year for us.
After twenty six years of dealing with chronic pain a surgeon has promised to take away at least eighty percent of my back pain. At this point I’ll take fifty percent. And for the first time in my life I’m going to get a home of my own, in paradise no less.
I know this wasn’t a sex filled sexy Sunday post. But it’s an honest one. And I’m doing the very best I can right now. Bare with me. Hugs!
I do hope you are all having a Sexy Sunday. And please don’t forget the lube!