You left out "smoking hottie".

I reserve that for you, sweetbuns. *smooch*

Back atcha, O Empress mine.

In other news (girlie bits whitefonted) I went to my gyn for my LEEP procedure today, and even after 10 cc of 2% lidocaine injected directly into my cervix, I could still feel every single thing she was doing. So she couldn't snip off the offending bits of "high grade cervical dysplasia", and now I have to have the procedure done in the OR under sedation. I really am the Cervix Lady!

I've been so worried about this, and so looking forward to getting it taken care of, and it's incredibly frustrating to have to wait again. Blah.

{{{{Jen}}}} Ouchies, ouchies, ouchies.

Of course, now with the sedation talk, I'm earwormed with "The Time Warp."

Oh, Jen. Ugh. I'm sorry you have to go through that.

{{{Kristin}}} I'm so sorry about your friend.

Aimee, were you looking for me last night?

Toddson, that's great!

I'm will not nag you about your plans, even though I want to, because I'm glad you're feeling well enough to consider these plans.

Heh. You and Christopher think alike! Honestly, though, I'm really glad I did it. I needed to get out of the house. Today was the first time since Saturday that I've left the place and I was feeling stifled.

Turns out the Toddler Zone wasn't scheduled this Wednesday because they were finishing up a Parent/Toddler class. The teacher graciously allowed me to "audit". Owen and Liv played (they have a single worker dedicated to monitoring the kids) while the women sat in on discussion group. It was really awesome. Certainly worth signing up for the class next session.

I dropped off the donation, picked up lunch and I almost^* managed to wrangle everyone into the house without incident.

_* by almost I mean the only casualty was my Biggie size diet coke which Owen decided to empty onto the floor while I put Liv in her crib for her nap since she fell asleep in the car. I didn't even bat an eyelash at the mess, even because I felt so good.

{{{Jen}}} I'm so sorry you have to go through that. Been there, done that and it sucks like a sucking thing. I just wish it was over for you.

Aimee, were you looking for me last night?

I was. I wanted to call you, but then I actually did the math.

D'uh!

I might try to call you tonight.

Oh Jen, frustrating. Health~ma to you.

I am officially asking for work~ma over this conference call this afternoon. I have never challenged a raise before (last year was a much bigger issue that should have made this year a non-issue, but yet here we are).

I'll be here. I was thinking about calling you, too, but I don't know if your number is still saved in caller ID.

I didn't even bat an eyelash at the mess, even because I felt so good.

Yay! And good news about the class. It's so good to get out of the house, isn't it? I feel the same way a lot of days, and I'm not even in pain, just cranky.

Girlie bits ~ma to Jen, peace ~ma to Kristin and her friend's family, raise ~ma to Suzi.

Today I have the school holiday party at lunch, and book club tonight. Tomorrow is the catalogers' party, and dinner with friends. Friday is lunch with a former colleague, and an afternoon farewell party for another librarian who is leaving from another school here at the U.

By the end of this week, I'm going to be 5,000 pounds and not know how to feed myself anymore.

Days and days and days pass. Soooo much happens to people and soooo much gets accomplished...

...and yet, after all that, my characters will only give me fifteen damn pages.

Sometimes, I hate writing.