I went and bought new underwear and a new bra.

I went and bought new underwear and a new bra.

I don't usually do that shopping when I need it (I get irritated with myself and do the laundry/folding/whatever), but before the next time I do laundry I hit up the VS site and get ten pair. In case.

Let's not talk about the unread magazines. Though they are artfully scattered, and not in a stack.

I came home to a message from Santa Monica hospital saying my neurologist wants me to have an EEG, and could I do it tomorrow.

Uh, kinda did that last week. She'd better fucking not want me to have another one. I am not epileptic. I refuse.

Also my neck hurts like a bitch and I'm a bit mud-headed because of PT work. He wants me to see an orthopedist to have steroids injected into my neck. I don't want to see another medic and have my symptoms treated a fourth way, because I worry it'll make diagnosis impossible.

Hi, Herah!

Now I gotta go watch Jesse. Excuse me.

Oh ita. You poor thing. Seriously. I want to pay someone to be your minder to make sure you rest and get better ASAP.

The kids are doing well, thank you. Nobody's been sick, nobody's been naughty enough to talk about. The big development this Christmas is that K (8) is partially in on the conspiracy: she winked at me when I told the twins (5) that the mall Santa is really Santa, because she knows the real Santa is at the North Pole.

Also, K and the twins have completely different understandings of The Polar Express, and we were able to prevail on her not to explain it to them.

I'm leaving now, because I'm trying for the 5:05 train. I really shouldn't have stopped by...

JESSE IS ON MY TV RIGHT NOW!

Ice alert! That's awesome

You missed the part where it only goes off if it's 37 fricking degrees!

Tell you to turn around and go back to bed?

or what Ginger said.

WAIT. The twins are five? That's bananas! They're just little babies!!

ita, see my memo earlier which was promted by tommyrot and his eyeballs.

The big development this Christmas is that K (8) is partially in on the conspiracy: she winked at me when I told the twins (5) that the mall Santa is really Santa, because she knows the real Santa is at the North Pole.

I have enough undies to last me but the bras occasionally snap an underwire so they aren't as hardy. And commando is way easier to pull off than braless when there is rack involved.

My evening tension-y migraine-y headache is here. My doctor is going to be pissed when I call him and tell him that these things have been hitting nightly for weeks. Admitedly, he'll have a right to be upset that I haven't called but it's not like he's actually figured them out or anything.

I'm sure the EEG thing is a mistake, but the very hint of the idea that I need to do it again has me on the edge of tears.

On the upside, Isaac Mizrahi is hugging Jesse.

I'm sure the EEG thing is a mistake, but the very hint of the idea that I need to do it again has me on the edge of tears.

I hope so, and I would too.

Anyone else watch Apprentice?