Went out with AFKS Saturday and had a big chat. Mrs AFKS is due May 16th. Lots of serious heaps of bullshit going on in that house.
But that's not my problem to deal with.
Could be an interesting year once the baby comes. To say the least. What a mess.
So, to take his mind off of it, we went out and did our old cruise and chat routine. He brought up that he still feels like he's supposed to be doing something. I tell him I still feel that way too. Of course, neither of us know what the hell it is we're supposed to be doing, we just know it's suppose to be something.
But still, in the end I walked away from the evening feeling pretty good about where I'm at. I feel bad for him, Mrs. AFKS, $current_baby_afks and $new_baby_afks because there's just a vibe that something major is gonna go down there, and not in a good way. The tension is back into the stratosphere, and man does it feel ugly.
Played around a bit with a Nook while we were out and about. Read a few pages from a classic they had loaded up on the demo model. It is pretty nice at what it does right. I'm not exactly starting to save pennies to get one right now though.
Mrs. NFB and I had a little grilling get together yesterday evening. That was a good time.
The Jack Memorial Empty Aquarium was broken down, cleaned completely, and set back up yesterday too. It's currently mixing saltwater to do what I originally bought the tank to do about, hmm, five or six years ago now I guess. Bought a couple food safe storage containers to mix change water in, and got those set up in the back room. Need to grab some live rock soonish and get it curing. And need saltwater test kits.
Current step: hunting down appropriately sized reef-rubble/live rock for my "mountains" and the pod-creation station that's hanging on the back.
Next step: find an appropriate size and powered light for the sun-bathers I'll have in the long-term.
Considering I've been planning this particular adventure for close to a decade, if not more, it's sort of neat to finally just take the plunge.
Found Mrs. NFB a copy of My So Called Life in one of the local "old shit nobody wants" stores. It was sold as new, still in the wrapper. Score. And also, SCORE. She R happy. Which means I R happy. Shocking how few people understand that's how it works.
Mrs. NFB starts a new work schedule this week. Four ten hour days, Wednesday off. She's very excited about it, though afraid how she's gonna feel doing ten hour days all the time. Though I have to say I could go for two days on, day off, two on, two off for quite a while with a lot more hours.
And added bonus, all those nights I just sorta stumble into making supper are now designated NFB makes supper nights. I don't mind. Somehow over the past few weeks since I started this whole eating awareness thing I've been doing, I sorta turned into the designated defacto cook anyway. I've found I kinda enjoy it. Though it does eat up more time every day, WTH? It's not like the effort is wasted.
Tonight: burgers and tater salad with regular salad cause it's Monday and that's easy.
Tomorrow: possibly tilapia grilled over applewood served with wild rice. Cause that's right, I'm fancy bitches. But if it's raining, maybe something else. We'll see.
And there's my mental regurgitation for the day.
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