A box of chocolates and a bottle of friggin wine.
Okay, to clarify, not the whole bottle of wine and not quite the whole box of chocolates. Actually, I was going to get the small box of chocolates, but then I decided I would get the big box so there were be a few left for Mr. Turtle. (He doesn't drink wine.)
Mmmm. Guylian seashells and a couple of glasses of my mom's homemade red. Pretty damn delicious.
Along with the chocolates I picked up a new BBT thermometer. I have been having some problems with my old one. I am not sure if they are real problems or if I just profoundly resent it for failing to give me any indication of a pregnancy, which of course didn't exist in the first place. Whatever. New thermometer.
Picking up the thermometer required me to go down the "family planning" aisle in the drugstore. So much for our plans, I muttered resentfully at the universe. Then I thought some suitably fatalistic thoughts about the futility of planning in the face of chance and time and mortality and our imperfect physical selves. Bullshit like that.
I also pondered the real meaning of "trying naturally." It sounds like we spend our time rolling naked in a field of daisies while drinking herbal tea. Yeah, if only.
But the combination of wine and chocolate this evening is fantastic. Wine, a big bowl of spaghetti plus a busy work day and a walk home in -20C, should mean I spend the night in a peaceful stupor of sleep. If I sleep through the night without waking on CD 1 and 2, everything is usually OK.
Still, between now and bedtime I really need to find the motivation to practice my band music. Christmas concert is in 3 weeks, so I'm practicing all Christmas music. I'm afraid that this might be the year I start to hate Christmas......music just a little bit.
Mmmmm. More wine.