I need to go upstairs and get my work computer and start figuring out where I'm going tomorrow. But I don't WANNA.

I went to Nordstrom with the roomie (after spending a bunch of money at the container store) because she recently had to get new sports bras, after hers were chafing, and I said let's get you fitted. I figured I'd get fitted as well, just for shits and giggles.

Well, roomie seemed to be wearing basically the right size...a bit bigger or smaller depending on the brand. Me? The lady claimed I was a 36D. D?!?!? I still think she's crazy. I feel like a D cup should be decent-sized boobs. Like, need support and bigger than an apple boobs. Mine are not. Also, all the D cup bras are big and ugly. WTF?

Huh. I'm actually a bit shy of a 36D these days (the cups are a little roomy) and, uh, I think I'm bigger than you. We can compare at Decadence!

Feel better, askye!

sj, y'all are way ahead of me on the party front. I haven thrown any parties at my house since I moved here, which is just sad. But hey! I got four kitchen chairs from a moving neighbor today, so I have places to sit!!

OMG so tired. smonster fall down go boom.

uh, I think I'm bigger than you. We can compare at Decadence!

Hah! I agree. And can't wait to see you, yay!

I think I see more Buffistas than most Buffistas. I like it.

You totally probably see the most Buffistas, meara.

And if I thought about it, I wouldn't think D. Huh. Bras are weird.

I just ditched on birthday drinks. I saw awesome family all day and it was Fathers Day and now I am done. I have jammies, I showered and I have a glass of wine. I'll be lucky if I don't fall asleep in this chair. Dad looks pretty good this weekend but he's tired and weak and all of those things that come with cancer in his brain. I'm willing to take the good hours and let him rest. He's good but good is relative.

Edit: iPhones mess up my typing. As does being tired.

Glad to hear your dad is okay Cass. Sounds like a pretty good day.

Im waiting for my flight I got here really early. I have decent layover times and I'm hoping to have enough time to get a cheesesteak in Philly airport for dimner.

Cass, I'm glad your Dad is having relative good. Relative good is still good.

I am declaring war on my hip pain and taking my recalcitrant hips (and their enabler, my lower back) to the chiropractor tomorrow. Take THAT, cranky bastard body parts!

I am all scanned and slightly radioactive. I wish the technicians could tell you something, instead of a solemn "Your doctor will talk with you about the results." This makes me think I lit up like a Christmas tree. Now I'm just going to fret until Wednesday's doctor appointment.

I wish the technicians could tell you something, instead of a solemn "Your doctor will talk with you about the results."

Yes this to eleventy! It's so stressful, and all you want to hear is that everything is OK. Fingers crossed plus oodles of ~ma that the scan was all clear.

First technician who contradicted a doctor...ooh, the problems.

It's mighty frustrating, but I don't mind if I'm told "*I* think it looks okay but your doctor has the final say." But I don't want them to tell me bad news, so then there's a big "Well, what are they not saying?" gap.