If it was January, I would have sucked it up, but it was in the low 60s yesterday and the temps dropped overnight. It's Spring. I am tired of being cold and wearing 500 layers to go for a walk. I watch "The Golden Girls" on my tablet in bed with the electric blanket on until I fall sleep. I take up the whole bed, too. Plus, if I wake up and I can't get back to sleep, I can turn on a light and read something boring until I go back to sleep. I can't do that without waking him up. My husband talks a lot, too and some times it's just nice to have a quiet evening to read a book. 
For me, window seats are okay. Middle seats tend to be the problem. For an aisle, as long as I can see out the window, I'm fine. Something about the middle makes me sick. On the trip back from Hawaii which we've since dubbed the "trip from hell", I ended up in a middle seat and had to get off and sit with my head between my knees.
I've never been able to read in the car. I can kind of watch movies in the car, and I can somewhat be on the laptop, but otherwise, music and audiobooks is generally what I do. I'm so glad for our upcoming trip, which is Hilton Head and WDW, that I only have about six hours in the car from HH to WDW. I'm flying down early to visit my aunt/bring my cousin down, and then I'm flying back up from WDW.
I'm the opposite. If I'm on the window and can see out, I'm fine. Larger planes are also better. I've never had trouble on the large planes that they use to fly to Hawaii.
I get that. I mean, I love my husband, but he tends to cramp my style when he's home. I have my routine...when I wake up, I brush my teeth, go downstairs, make my lunch to take to work, and I get my breakfast and I eat it while I watch the news. But when he's home, he sits in my place on the couch and watches youtube videos, so I can't watch the news while I eat my breakfast. And then on weekends, he'll take a 2 and a half hour bath in the morning and no one can get in to go to the bathroom or brush teeth or anything. And I can't just get dressed and start my day until I've brushed my teeth and washed myself, so I can't really do anything until he's out of the bath. Last night, I came home from work about 8:30 pm and heard the water running. He was starting a bath. I had book club at 9:30 (online) so it was no biggie, but book club ends at 10:30 and he was still in the bath. I finally ended up going downstairs to use the bathroom. But we don't have a shower or bath downstairs, just a toilet, so when he takes such a long bath, no one else can do anything until he's out. It's kind of nice when he's got something for work or whatever. He also tends to eat my snacks. I'm not a huge snacker, and he is. So in his mind, I don't go through a bag of chips fast enough. If I buy a bag of doritos to have on hand for when I get snacky, I'll inevitably find it gone when I do get snacky, because he thought I wasn't ever going to eat it. He blames it on the "leprechauns".Hello-
Checking in with a jump rope/weights workout. I was going to go for a walk. I bundled up and went out. It was cold and windy. I made it to the end of my driveway and I thought, "Nah" and I went back inside.
My husband comes home tonight. I kind of like when he is gone.
He takes SUPER hot baths. He got out last night and he REEKED of sweat. He promised me he'd shower after his bath today. But he makes the water really hot and then just steeps. I'm assuming he probably does have to replace some water after a while. My baths are generally less than an hour, and I can't stand them that hot. He actually passed out in the shower once after his bath. He had gotten it so hot that he was weak....like, they tell you not to sit in a hot tub/jacuzzi for longer than 15 minutes or something, because it has an effect on your body. He sat in there for so long and at so hot a temperature that when he stood up to shower, he passed out for just a split second. I heard him slip and I called to him to see if he was ok, and he had just very briefly lost consciousness. Not even long enough to fall completely.
I chuckle at times when the pilot says there are cruising at 15K feet. When vacationing in La Paz Bolivia I was at a higher altitude while hiking 17-18K feet above sea level. Thank goodness for daily chewing on coca leaves or else my brain would explode.
That is a great picture and a fun way to do senior pictures
My mom and I hide stuff from my dad that we don't want him eating. Particularly candy. With my mom, she likes the Giradelli chocolates, and if she buys them, he'll eat them, so she usually has a stash someplace. With me, it's the M&Ms. I buy the regular ones and he prefers the peanut ones, which I can't eat. I can buy him a bag of peanut ones and a regular bag for myself, and inevitably he tries to eat mine. I'm like, get off my stuff. I end up stashing them in my room or in the kitchenette because he won't think to go down to the kitchenette.
The planes that go from BWI to Charleston are still 747s because that's all Southwest has, but it's inevitably bumpier.
Great picture! Do they exchange photos with classmates? We would get 50 wallet-size copies or so of ours to give out to our friends and classmates, and some people would put them in their graduation announcements. Most people were pretty limited because there was really only one good professional photographer in the area and he was EXPENSIVE, but my mom did mine and my brothers and we had unique pictures and could take as many as we wanted. We traveled to Mount Rushmore/black hills to do some, and to a foresty area in Tongue River, and one of my mom's clients (mom cleaned houses) had this gorgeous home out in the country. Her family owned a Bison ranch, and she let us come out there to take pictures on her property and she had this beautiful fireplace that her dad or grandfather had built himself and it made a great backdrop for my brother's picture. But it was nice for us that my mom had a good camera and could take our pictures for us. It saved SO much money.
Yeah, I do have some things I hide in my night stand and E knows where it all is and she'll come in and take a bit of chocolate when she's had a bad day, but she always tells me so I can replace it, and she doesn't take the whole thing. But things like bags of chips and stuff won't fit in my drawer, so there's nowhere to hide it and I rarely go for the salty snacks. I also don't sit and eat a whole bag of chips in one sitting. It can take me more than a week to go through a bag of chips, but if my husband finds it, it will be gone immediately. He'll eat the whole thing.
