Thank you! I was all over the google map and getting no love!

So my doctor has got me on a megadose of Vitamin D. Apparently my vampiric, sunlight-evading ways have caught up with me. 50,000 units per pill, taken twice a week for a month, then once a week thereafter. Anything weird I should expect?

Jon is at home being househusband right now, AIFG! Except that I should totally help out when I get home, because while I have been cooking, he's been pretty good about cleaning and I sooooo have not.

I find myself guilty of it; if Dan puts the dishes in the dishwasher or something, I totally lavish him with praise (to try to get him to do it more.)

The Boy always thanks me whenever I do housework, and I asked him about it one time -- like, was he thanking me because I do it so rarely? (Which is entirely true.) He said no; he just thinks it's nice to thank someone for their hard work, even if they're "supposed" to be doing it.

He might be the nicest human being alive.

We're both pretty indifferent housekeepers, really. He changes the cat boxes regularly, because you really only have to learn that lesson once (of what happens if you don't change the boxes often enough). But other than that, we're both kind of feral.

I should try the ginger thing, someday, I kind of puke a lot. Is it a stomach *calmer* or if I took some every day would things stay chill in there?

Gah. I hate this. If it's your own kid, YOU AREN'T "BABYSITTING"!!!

my brother hates this. He has been known to go off if the person is particularly annoying. "NO, I am not babysitting, I AM PARENTING MY CHILD!!!"

Now I want a dutch baby SO BAD.

Recipe in Buffista cookbook, just FYI.

Scambled or omelets are the only way I can stand eggs. Everything else is nast.

I'm always super grateful every time Tom does shit around the house, but it's not 'cause of gender issues, it's because I am a LAZY ASS and feel bad that I'm so lazy. He thanks me too when I get off my ass and do stuff. I think it's a nice thing to do, makes one feel appreciated and noticed for stupid stuff that is honestly a pain in the ass.

However, I have all social responsibility, and if Tom goes and does something social, either prompted or not, I will lavish praise on him about it because he is pretty anxious about that shit.

Oh my gravy, my back is still achin'.

We both thank each other for everyday stuff like dishes or laundry because, I guess, we both know doing that stuff is tedious and it is worth appreciating. I mean, I don't thank J every dang day for making the bed, but I do mention it on a regular basis.

I used to love eggs, but now that I am trying to keep on a low cholesterol diet, I usually eat just the whites, and the whites just aren't as good.

I am like Steph's Boy when it comes to housework. Anyone who does it around my house gets a thank you from me.

Today has been... hard. Not sure why. I think I'm just tired.