To celebrate our three years together, my fiancé and I escaped out of town to enjoy a mini vacation. After playing tourist all day, and soaking my worn out joints in the lovely saltwater hot tub, we found ourselves polishing off a bottle of champagne staring at the rhythmic ceiling fan when I had a strange feeling come over me. I asked, “hey don’t you feel like we left the kids at home and we’re getting away with something?” Mind you, we don’t actually have kids. My fiancé responds, “We did, his name is Arthur.” All I could think was, wow, you’re right. Maybe that’s why I felt like we needed the mini vacation so bad, because we deal with that whiny little shit 24/7, and he’s not even that cute.
All weekend I found myself doing everything in my power to pretend I didn’t have pain, this was a vacation for two, not for three. Looking at pictures we had just taken throughout the day, I got rather upset because I look nothing like myself lately. These steroids have really done a number on my face, I look exhausted, my skin is rotten, and I have huge chubby cheeks. On the verge of a meltdown my fiancé reminded me why I can’t live without him, “Let me tell you something, you are beautiful no matter what they say, words can’t bring you down.” I cracked up with laughter, as only he would quote Christina Aguilera at that moment.
Arthur stayed at home the rest of the weekend, and my batteries both mental and physical recharged. Laughter truly is the best medicine.