That turtle peed a LOT! I was really excited, because I was playing with their 10-month old, and I was like, "A TURTLE! I totally get to show a baby a weird animal!"
It was very lost, and K drove the turtle back to the pond, a 1/2 mile away.
And can I squee a little bit about how cute this baby is? I'm usually not a "OOH CUTE BABY" person, but he is utterly charming. His dad is almost full-blooded Eskimo (and if there's a specific tribe or more appropo word, I've never heard K say it) and K's genes totally whupped my friend J's blonde German genes' ASSES. J looks exactly like his dad, and ZOMG, the roundest, chubbiest, most SMOOSHABLE cheeks evah.
I, uh, also had 2 glasses of wine, and I am a little happy.
My only comment on mammograms is that they are a hell of a lot more comfortable than breast cancer.
I know, I'm just whiny. I also got lectured about eating right. Yes, I know, whole grains. I wear a pedometer. I make soup. Leave me alone, lady.
I have to get a mammo this year. I'm not looking forward to it, but I figure it at least is more dignified than weekly dildocams.
It SO is. And it's over pretty quick.
And a lot of women say it doesn't hurt much at all (regardless of breast size). It hurt like hell to me but it's over Super fast so really no big deal!
Aims, you're kind of my hero right now for being that self-possessed.
I wish I was so brave. There are people I would hide from.
Yay turtle adventure!
Guess who has two thumbs and no internet, because the wire got knocked out again?!?! Yep, this girl. No water, no Internet, no health insurance, no cigarettes. I'm doing the "you have to laugh at yourself, otherwise you'll cry your eyes out" thing. I mean, REALLY?
Oh, well, guess it's time to run errands and make phone calls and work on my resume.
well ... it's New Orleans ... at least there's booze
Coffee: spoke to landlord - he's going to call a plumber, and will come by soon so we can do a walkthrough and modify the lease. And the cable folks will be by sometime this afternoon. Here's hoping they fix it for good.
No doubt, smonster! Perhaps this is the universe's way of verifying to you that you joined the right community, by forcing you to get out in it?
(Trying for a pos spin...)
Guy, I had HORRIBLE dreams last night. Epic and weird. Colossaly tangled and weird, and awful in lingering ways.
Prince Andrew was assassinated, I had to borrow Elizabeth Taylor's room in a hotel to get dressed for a royal wedding at Buckingham Palace in clothes I already owned (read: horribly inappropriate, I drove from the Midwest to Buckingham Palace in an ice storm in July and couldn't find it, and this was AFTER I cheated on D with an Elizabethan ghost in the scariest goddamn castle of death -- seriously, it was awful, ugh -- and I left the ghost, and went back to D, and we lived in a tenement house with a scary bathroom --gross scary, not scary scary -- and we got in a horrible fight, and I acted like a child, and he LEFT ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIGHT because his ex called him to go work out with her, because she said he spent more time with me then he did even when she had the baby, and then I was locked out of the tenement, and he drove of in a weird little car, and then I woke up about 5 minutes ago, and I feel like someone beat me all night.
I am sore as hell in the shoulders and arms.
WTFF, brain? That was AWFUL, and I am not rested AT ALL.
Ok, I had to get that mess out of my head. UGH.
