Along with the insoles, Daniel removed a small toy mouse from the toe box of one boot.

Adorable.

I have no idea what part of the heart "in the back" refers to

It is literally the back of the heart. Most of the sensors for heart tests get put on the chest, which primarily reads the front of the heart. Hubby's initial heart stress tests came back perfectly normal, then he had a heart attack, then the true expert at reading the stress tests came back and looked at his results and said, "There's trouble on the rear of his heart."

Dear lord, Emily. That's awful.

I'm so sorry.

Hmm. I went to work all day, and then hung out with my coworkers a bit. I just got home a few minutes ago, and I COULD have quickly changed, and headed out to the club in time to make the show, but. Fuck it. I would like to see people, and the possibility (albeit remote) of making out with someone is tempting, but...why can't it be happening about 12 hours from now, instead of *now*?

Emily, she went to lunch, and then suddenly was that much less well?? Good lord. Here's hoping they've underestimated her chances.

So sorry, Emily! Poor grandmother.

{{Emily}} Good-choice~ma for your grandmother.

I have achieved Denver. Got lots of hugs and squeals at the airport. Met the darling TCG who is definitely made for Sarah, it is obvious. We are well stuffed from dinner at a 60s type diner where kids were twirling hula hoops in the aisles. I expect to be having this much, and more, fun every day.

Oh, Em. Words fail.

Jumping over 500 posts to say a quick hello from Denver. We're having a great time.

~ma and hugs to all who need them, especially to {{{Cashmere}}} and {{{Emily}}}

Oh, Emily. Strength to your grandma, and to you and your family.

I have no idea what part of the heart "in the back" refers to

It is literally the back of the heart. Most of the sensors for heart tests get put on the chest, which primarily reads the front of the heart. Hubby's initial heart stress tests came back perfectly normal, then he had a heart attack, then the true expert at reading the stress tests came back and looked at his results and said, "There's trouble on the rear of his heart."

Huh. I had no idea. Thanks for the info, Connie.

I am filthy and nasty and sweaty and possibly smelly. Earlier tonight (8-ish) I was taking a bath (god bless LUSH and god bless my laptop, which allows me to watch Buffy DVDs while in the tub [I watched "Phases"]), when a friend called and told me a couple people were going to get burritos at this dive bar around the corner from me, and to get my ass over there.

I said no, I was tired and stressed, etc., and she said "All the more reason to have a burrito!" So I met them, and it was fun and the burrito was good (and bigger than my head, I swear to god). The cigarette smoke really irritated my eyes, though, and the bar wasn't even that smokey. Annoying.

Anyway. I'm all sweaty-nasty-filthy because, while it's only 72 degrees here, the humidity is, like, 500%, and so I am grosser than gross. I sweated all night, like some sort of great big fat man. Ick. I'm going to snuggle up to my a/c when I go to bed, which is soon.

{{{Emily}}}

Just back from that rarest of rare things in our current lives: a date. We left Annabel with a babysitter and did dinner (local Northern Italian place) and a movie (Corpse Bride). Much fun. We should do this more often.