Suzi, I think it is so wrong that you live on the other coast and get to work at the same time I do! Apparently, the elevator at your place thinks so, too.

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I have good news. We're going to Hawaii in September. And DH's employer is paying for most of the trip--airfare, our hotel and meals (for me, too!). My sister will be keeping the kids so I am well and truly excited (and checking out the beach front hotel we'll probably be staying at).

This is like a dream, Cashmere. Oh my word. Between your trip, and vw's chance to summer in St. Thomas, I'm feeling the happiest sort of envy, right now. Wheee! Which island?

{{{Cindy}}} Feel better.

Thanks, sj. I will say I no longer have that feeling that my body is fighting infection, which is quite nice. I have energy again, and my low grade fever seems to have gone away. How are you doing?

Greetings, all! It's day #3 of the new job. I don't quite feel like I know what I'm doing and I'm going to forget someone's name, but it's all good so far.

Oh, I hate that new job disorientation. I hope it passes quickly, Sparky. I'm glad that it's all good so far.

DJ, I went to sleep and I think I did OK for a few hours, but missed your asprin and ice pack tricks... I'll definitely keep them in mind for tonight. I called the nurse and practically burst into tears and I have an appointment for 4:20 this afternoon.

I'm so glad you got an appointment, Nora. When I caught up with the thread, I'd made up my mind to nag at you to nag at them, 'til you got in. You can't wait a whole week with those symptoms. It's insane.

Funny story...

So, I'm on the phone with my mum, and I realize I hadn't eaten anything this morning. I'm usually terrible about eating in the morning, but I've been great about it while I was taking a lot of medication. I didn't take any antibiotic, this morning though, and so forgot to eat. So, it's about 9:00, I realize I didn't eat, and I start to get nervous (just because of the fact that I didn't eat -- which is...a thing). I shove a banana down my throat while I'm talking to mum, but it's no good -- I start to get nervous anyhow, so I decide to get off the phone, and take an Ativan. I decide to go downstairs to start some laundry, and keep myself busy 'til it kicks in. And just as the machine is about full, I see...

(Jilli fonted for your protection)

a HUGE spider on a T-shirt in the washing machine. This sucker is like as big as the top of my thumb. I'm going to just let the washing machine, detergent and Clorox 2 work its wonders, but he looks like he might climb to safety above the rim of the tub. So, I squirt him with Shout gel, thinking that'll kill him.

Nope. It barely slows him down. He climbs out of it, and now he's all gooey from the gel, so he really looks like something out of a horror flick. I douse him with it again, and he stops moving. I grab a piece of paper, so I can lift him off the shirt, crush him, and throw him away. He starts moving, and I can't scoop him up onto the paper, no matter how many times I try. And he's squicking the heck out of me.

Finally, I lift the T-shirt out of the washer, and throw it down on the cellar floor. The shirt doesn't fall right, so I can't find where on the shirt he actually is, and I can't make myself pick through the shirt too much, because there's a huge spider in it, somewhere. I realize I already have my sneakers on, so I stomp the life out of the shirt (and get a whole load of Shout gel on the floor, to boot) pick it up, and throw it back in the washing machine.

I am assuming he never got off the shirt, and that the water, detergent and Clorox have now killed him off. I will, however, be sending that load of laundry through a second run. And maybe a third.

It's a darn good thing I took the Ativan, because I was drowning in adrenaline by the end of this episode, and would have needed an elephant tranq in the ass, if it hadn't already started to work.

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Sparky! YAY new job.

Fay, I think you should definitely get the tattoo. It sounds awesome!

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{{Cindy}} Forgive me for inserting sound effects in the whitefont tale. I think I may have heard you though.

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eek, Cindy! In good health news, I just got back from the nutritionist and I have lost 8.7 lbs in 6 weeks... which brings me to almost 15 lbs gone since November!

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{{Cindy}} Forgive me for inserting sound effects in the whitefont tale. I think I may have heard you though.

Hee. I don't blame you. It was just that right awful brand of funny. I was mostly laughing myself, in between eeeks! It was the laugh of an incredulous person saying, "Oh c'mon. THIS is how I'm keeping myself busy 'til my frigging nerve pill kicks in?"

Nora, rock on, you. That's awesome. And you lost it at a really safe, sane rate, which makes it more likely to stay gone. I've lost about that in the time we've been sick, but given that I lost it by not being up to eating much, I don't actually expect it to stay off as my appetite seems to have returned with a vengeance.

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Thanks Cindy! I'm psyched and proud of myself. It has distracted from my previously whitefonted problem temporarily.

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That's great, Nora!

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Ketchup:

Hey, I'm not the one who went impulse shopping at the concert.

No, you're just the one who enabled me. Pot-smoking sucker.

Fay, that tat sounds awesome.

Cindy & vw, good health days to you.

Laura, sucktastic about the vandals/robbers, but yay! on them being caught!

Cashmere, that is SO AWESOME about Hawaii! Have you been before?

Sparky! Hi!

I think I should have taken it as a sign and gone back home.

Yes, yes you should.

Cindy, eeeek!

Nora, that is so awesome. Go you!

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So Lee is an enabler. Of impulse shopping. Tattoos. Crack!Fic. Is there anything she won't enable?

And I echo juliana's EEEEEK, Cindy, raising it to ASSCAPS.

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