I just made apple kiwi strawberry pancakes.
Okay, so all I did was add a quarter-cup of apple kiwi strawberry juice in place of one of the quarter-cups of water, but still. They turned out pretty okay.
FDA studies have determined that flying raindeer feed can sometimes cause cancer, resulting in nose tumors that glow in the dark. The ultimate result of such tumors is madness and canibalism.
I think there should be something in science called the "reindeer effect." I don't know what it would be, but I think it'd be good to hear someone say, "Gentlemen, what we have here is a terrifying example of the reindeer effect."
But how does that affect the space penguins is my question?
But how does that affect the space penguins is my question?
They laugh as the insane glowie-nosed reindeer try and fail to reach orbit, as their canibalism-engorged bellies make them too heavy.
Jilli, I'm thinking of a Meschantes corset. Do I want the Sweetheart or the Victorian Overbust? (The girls need some support.)
All kinds of unspecific support and -ma to Kristin, in unlimited quantities. Whatever it is, I feel fiercely certain that you don't deserve the stress and unhappiness, and I cast a cold eye upon the universe on your behalf.
Dr. Cardio-guy needs to learn not to say, "So, the incidents are getting more frequent, and it's having a severe effect on your life? Good, good." I know he means it to be positive and supportive and encouraging of more information, dude, really.
I know it sounds awful, but it really is a good and encouraging thing. If this is the procedure I'm thinking of, what your DH's doctor is trying to say is that all of the above makes your DH a fabulous candidate for a totally successful procedure. The more frequent and obvious the funky rhythm, the better the doc's chances of artificially inducing it, tracking it to its source, and zapping it out.
Often someone will get recommended for the procedure who has a similar funky rhythm, hugely distressing and upsetting to the body but more infrequent than your DH's, and when the procedure happens the doctors end up trying for hours and hours to get the funk to kick in and it never does, so they never get a handle on it and can't zap it out, and the procedure is a long uncomfortable failure.
So, yeah, your DH's doc really meant it. The frequency and severity are, weirdly, great news because they make it much more likely to be totally fixable.
I am all melty for Rio and Saget, who so very much deserve all this happiness. Also, she is going to be the glammest bride EVAH.
Also, Jilli so needs and has a divine RIGHT to that corset. As do most of us.
JZ!
I just made my to-do list. I should get my butt in gear, but I am lazy. Very, very lazy, that's me.
Eh. Less lazy than me, VW--I only just got up, and so far all I've done is be online.
Yay hearing from billytea!!
Last night I had freaky dreams about being back for my high school reunion. In the dream, I had all these quests where I had to get transcripts and they were being put in these weird envelopes, and I had to get a class schedule, and then there were all these people I knew from high school and we were explaining what we do and so on, to each other--it was both more friendly and more evil than I expect my reunion to actually be, if I go. Very weird. And I was all upset becuase I hadn't prepared somehow, and I looked like crap...
vw!
I am ignoring my to-do list today. Hec is gone all day at a Little League coaches meeting, so Emmett and I are going to go ice skating and possibly catch a cheesy movie. And NOT DO LAUNDRY. That's right, we are going to NOT LAUNDER all day. Just try and stop us.
I'm installing a used washing machine right now, AIFG!
