I’m never sure how much personal stuff to write on this blog, but every now and then I feel compelled to share. And so right now, even though I’d rather be writing gift guides and assorted other nonsense, I’m just going to rant. Emmet has Asperger’s Syndrome. Look it up. It’s a disorder related to Autism, but sufferers are said to be “high functioning.” Just looking at him, you’d never know that anything was wrong. But if you spend some time with him, you’ll see that he has trouble with social functioning. Asperger’s sufferers (they call themselves “Aspies”) aren’t good at self-reflection, and they aren’t good at picking up on social cues. They're also (in most cases) uncoordinated, and they tend to have a variety of tics (physical and behavioral). On top of this, Emmet has an anxiety disorder. Emmet’s life is tough. He is in trouble constantly at school because of the little tics that he’s developed, and because of his anxiety, and because he is afraid of going to the bath
Well that's bad karma... mine, on the other hand, was lovely. Thank you for your assistance, I think Ben was amused.
ReplyDeleteVeggie cookbook -- check
Hammock (still not set up) -- check
breakfast in bed -- check
time to read an entire novel -- check
oh, and flowers! Tulips, in fact!
ReplyDeleteNo necklace here, but according to my latest issue of O, coral is endangered and I should have wanted fake coral anyway. I did get some owl themed jewelry from Target, so I will not be w/out some pretty serious hoot-owl bling.
ReplyDeleteHey -- what did I do to deserve bad karma? I'm a SAINT, I tell you.
ReplyDeleteHey, Jane, long time reader, first time commenter!
ReplyDeleteDespite my efforts of sending wish lists and dropping hints, I got ... a gift certificate for a massage. Why is that so bad? I don't have any time as is right now. So I'm supposed to somehow carve out an hour somewhere, call myself for an appointment, etc.? Now if he had done all that and just dropped me off as a surprise--that's good.
At least he got me something. Oh, and corralled the Little Miss for an hour so I could have a hassle-free nap.
Does it make you feel any better about unsuccessful hinting if I told you that I know a woman whose husband gave her an oven?
ReplyDeleteThat's right. Mr. Romance took her to the appliance store on Mother's Day.