Enough Already

My husband told me the funniest joke I'd ever heard yesterday. He wants to buy a jogging stroller off Craigslist. So we can jog. Together. Because it'd be good for us.

Yeah, pretty much. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. I told him if we did, he'd have to start from ground zero with me, because I doubt I can run to the end of my street without getting winded. He told me he was game. So I agreed that if he found a stroller for under $35, got himself new running shoes, and worked out a jogging schedule for us, I'd try it.

Needless to say, I'm more than a bit skeptical. I hate working out, and I can just imagine what it will be like for D to try to teach me to jog. Neither one of us are athletic in the least, and he, love of my life, is not a very patient teacher.

In other bad news, we visited the dermatologist a few weeks ago. I got a biopsy done on a mole and found out that while I don't have skin cancer, I do need to start yearly visits and have a bunch of moles removed so they don't become skin cancer.

Not only that, but I went to the dentist today. I have always hated the dentist. I can remember crying hysterically in the car anytime we had to go. And I used to have healthy teeth! We hadn't been in two years because we moved and then I got pregnant (which meant leaving my job, changing insurance, and not being able to go anyway, because apparently when you're preggo you practically can't do anything medical to your body). Driving over there today I feared the worst, and with good reason. Found out I have five cavities. And that the tooth that I chipped a week before I married Vid (which I got fixed, mind you), has actually died from "trauma" and now I need a root canal and a crown. Who knew a tooth could suffer trauma?(Side note: Please no comments on how wretched a root canal is. I'm already scared enough.)

Welcome to being 30. Sigh. Closer to 31, really. I know I mentioned sexiness in a previous post, which probably shocked some of my readers (sorry Ma & M2), but seriously. So far my 30 has not been very sexy or much fun. Looks like SPF 30, floss, and a night guard are my new best beach & bedtime buddies. I feel old. And kinda like Vid and I have become the Meg Ryan & Bill Pullman couple from Sleepless In Seattle.