(I'm not really here)

Aimee, you are my heroine. Thank you thank you and where do I send the money?

What Betsy said!

That's sounds wonderful, Nora! And you sure can't beat the price!

Thanks for checking on the lamp shades. Maybe I'll head out there sometime next week.

Hi, there! I'm at Amy's house (she's waving). We've sent Trudy on her way west to visit the Imperial Compound and Secret World Domination Headquarters (tm). I've also driven Amy to the doctor, who got to tell her that's she's probably torn the meniscus in her left knee after catching her shoe on some sub-standard paving at the beautiful main library. She's sitting on her bouncy chair with a knee brace and feeling bizarrely proud of herself. As the doctor said, "You're a 40-year-old babe with an atheletic injury. That's cool."

Said doctor was a great deal of fun. He had to have her move around, and the lower tie on the gown wasn't done up. He leaned over and said, "Let me tie you up." See sudden thoughtful pause in the room. Amy finally says, "But I hardly know you." Doc sighs in relief and says, "As soon as I said that, I knew I was in trouble. I was just waiting to see how you'd react." Me: "Will that cost extra? I knew this place was a front." Then the two of them bonded over off-road bicycling and having college-age children.

In return for merely doing my sisterly duty of driving her to the doctor, I'm getting a kick-ass dinner out of the whole thing. Hey, I'm just glad that this medical visit isn't one I have to pay for. She plans to thank her trainer for all the hell-work she's been put through, because the new muscle strength kept the fall from being worse, kept the injury down, and makes it easier for her to maneuver on one leg. Darn those physical trainers and knowing what they're doing.

Now she needs to show me now to fall correctly.

None of my to do list sounds interesting or appealing. Therefore, I've been very lazy today. I should do something, but I don't wanna!

I've got the sudden urge for a Reese's peanut butter Easter egg. Now, the question is, do I want it badly enough to get my ass off the papasan and walk down to CVS?

No. Your ass will thank you.

Wow. connie's seen my ass lately and knows the truth! That's pretty impressive.

Kneemending~ma to Parker.

I just got back from massive shopping. I spent way too much but I have a bunch of pretty clothes.

You know how everyone (including me) was complaining that most clothing stores look like an Easter basket exploded in them? well I bought some of those colors.

I tried on things I would normally never touch -- like pinky striped capris with a pinkish top. I have no idea if I looked good because all the color freaked me out and I couldn't look in the dressing room mirror.

Also got my first pair of pointy toe shoes, this is the first pair I've tried on that really fit.

My ass lost. I'm on my second egg. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...