Be okay, Toke!

In news of me, my new braces are not nearly as uncomfortable as I feared they'd be, but eating has become an annoyance. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing.

I was going to see Captain America with Will. We met at the theater that's about 1/2 for us. Had lunch that was really really bad. I should have gone with my first instinct. I've been feeling kinda PMS-y all week. And today I just started feeling really bad. Nauseous, bloated, bitchy. So we decided against the movie and I drove home thinking I'd lay down and try to sleep. But the landlady's daughters are upstairs running around and jumping. Her boyfriend is doing work on the apartment and needs to get in the stair well to finish up the firewall that's going in.

The only good thing so far is it's not hot. That and I'm eating a chocolate chunk, walnut, coconut cookie.

askye, feel better! Toke, you too!

I had a delightful brunch with StW, and took a shower, and am now getting ready to do All The Laundries while reading about deck building. I'd rather be napping, given that once again I didn't get to sleep until afer 5 am, but oh well. We happened to brunch at the same place as several of his interns, so I'm sure the hospital will be abuzz with speculation this week. I suggested either a full-on makeout or a manufactured fight with cursing in foreign languages and thrown water, but we opted for a more natural, lowkey approach.

Back from the vet; there was no obvious disease/problem the vet could point to as the cause of the vomiting, so it may just be a generic stomach bug. It happens to humans; it can happen to animals.

Toke got a shot to stop the nausea/vomiting, and a medication she gets 1/2 hour before meals for a few days, and prescription bland food for a few days. So, she's under the weather but basically okay, or will be.

And she is very annoyed we took her to the Scary Place where she got a shot and a thermometer in her bottom.

In funnier news (I was planning to post this earlier, but then Cat Stuff intervened), last night we had a wee tiny belated birthday party for me. Tim stuck a Batman candle on the cake (we lit Batman's head on fire), and then one of our friends pulled down his shorts to reveal that he was wearing Batman underpants. For real. It was awesome.

I took a picture of Flaming Batman Candle next to Batman Underpants, but I am not sharing it since it involves someone else's undergarments. Just try to envision it.

I took a picture of Flaming Batman Candle next to Batman Underpants, but I am not sharing it since it involves someone else's undergarments. Just try to envision it.

Just because it involves someone else's genitals is no reason not to post a picture of Batman 's flaming face. ... Wait, it is. But "flaming Batman face" might be my new saying.

The burn on my leg is starting to blister, and I can't stop poking at it. I need one of those dog cones or something to put over my leg.

This morning, while I was getting ready for work, I could hear through the baby monitor that Ryan had woken up and was testing the limits of his knowledge. His conversation (presumably to Bubby, his bedtime froggie) bounced around between English and Chinese and went along these lines:

Daddy tail? ...No tail.
[Grandma] tail? ...No tail.
{Airplane] tail? ...No tail. (There may still be some gaps in his understanding.)
[Grandpa] tail? ...No tail.

I'm sure his grandparents will be relieved to receive confirmation.

Just because it involves someone else's genitals is no reason not to post a picture of Batman 's flaming face. ... Wait, it is. But "flaming Batman face" might be my new saying.

I may be able to crop the flaming Batman face out. Lemme see.

Flaming Batman head: [link]