I'm hoping the rash isn't shingles and just dermatitis or a fungal thing.

Sign that your day sucks? "I'm hoping its a fungal thing." That's what you get to hope for.

Couldn't fate have worked a rectal probe in while it was at it?

That's probably scheduled for this afternoon.

It was actually pretty funny. It's entirely possible that I curbed it (as I did with Van Morrison not too terribly long ago. I didn't hear the tire pop at first because I was listening to David Allen Coe's "You Never Even Called Me by My Name." There may have been singing.

I had the foresight to pull over right in front of a TIRE SHOP.

I wasn't even late for my appointment because DH picked me up and took me.

Needless to say, I've go a pretty thick silver lining going on.

Definitely a sucktastic morning, Cash.

I'm not overly stressed and I haven't been ill recently so I don't really know why she seemed set on that diagnosis.

Shingles has a pretty characteristic rash pattern. You don't have to be stressed; the chicken pox virus was just in your blood, waiting to get you. It sometimes just means a couple of itchy days.

I didn't hear the tire pop at first because I was listening to David Allen Coe's "You Never Even Called Me by My Name."

Heh. Possibly Juliana's favorite country song. It's up there.

You don't have to be stressed; the chicken pox virus was just in your blood, waiting to get you. It sometimes just means a couple of itchy days.

That's what I'm afraid of. I don't care as long as it clears up by Friday. I'm leaving for NYC and I want an itch-free weekend.

ION Owen's eating mac & cheese with chopsticks.

Oh, and honey - I am so sorry that your secret-to-her wife, Salma Hayek, has decided to cheat on you and get pregnant and engaged.

Brendon is going to be so upset.

{{{Cashmere}}}

I didn't hear the tire pop at first because I was listening to David Allen Coe's "You Never Even Called Me by My Name." There may have been singing.

LOVE.

I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing in the rain....

I guess I'd better go out and kiss my tires, for the number of time's I've hopped curbs and not had a tire go.

ION Owen's eating mac & cheese with chopsticks.

Pictures?

Narf. Why do I always manage to dig my hole deeper? I thought I would finally be on track today, with this being payday--rent paid, check; money transferred for bill pay, check; credit card for glasses, check; money left over for food and staples, check.

Except life, being life, throws you curveballs. The eyeglasses place wouldn't accept my Amex (WTF??) so I had to put a fifty pound deposit on the glasses and pay the balance when they arrive. Which meant the money I had earmarked for food + staples + oncoming week = gone, not to mention putting me about ten pounds out of sync with what is actually in my account right now.

Sigh. Why doesn't this ever get any easier?