Sean Bean should do an episode of SNL, where he gets killed off a third of the way through every sketch.

I'm always charmed by the knowledge that traditionally the Stanley Cup gets shared around in turn by the members of the winning team -- meaning they each get to have that gaudy shiny thing in their living rooms, or put it in the passenger seat of their cars and drive around or whatever.

Habits are crazy things. The SO & I have been successfully working out every day except for three scheduled off-days at the gym we joined for the summer.

It's actually going to really really suck when we go home. We will either need to join the gym that has maybe a half of the equipment of this one and really crappy pissy rude trainers and a general gym environment of oneupmanship, or the one that has probably a tenth of the equipment of this one and neutral people. We will really miss this one which has amazing equipment, but even more amazing, friendly, helpful, encouraging trainers.

But I've been really surprised we've been able to establish and keep up this new habit, even when our schedule has changes every week, and sometimes every day.

I still need to do more regular rehearsals, and I need to get the office work more up to speed. And next week will be disruptive because I'll be traveling, but not in a hotel, and the SO won't have the car. So we'll have to figure something out there.

Sean Bean's string of early movie deaths is even more impressive in that he's not playing a villain usually, who are most likely to get whacked by the hero.

I know! I am waiting for them to send me the Cup for my day with it. I'm pretty sure I've been following the Blackhawks for longer than some of the players.

Not just put in their car - drink champagne out of it, eat lobster from it, let their dog eat from it, try to throw it in a pool (I think that's caused some damage), put kids in it, baptized a kid in it. And it's been temporarily lost.

Back to the getting the 'scope solution down, Theo, may I recommend a straw? I'd had two tries at the glucose tolerance test, fasting, *with* morning sickness, and the taste of the solution had it coming back before it all got down, and cancelled and rescheduled appointments. The third time I used a straw to get the solution to the back of my mouth and swallowed, bypassing most of the taste buds, and that time it worked, all got down, and stayed down. Though it was iffy at moments.

That vid of Sean Bean's onscreen deaths needs updated by now--there've been more since it was put together.

It is cooler today. Thank jeebus.

Just back from the dentist, for my regular cleaning. That part was unpleasant (though Grace offered to go with me and hold my hand, since I do that for her and she knows I hate the dentist and she wanted to help), but when she pulled my crown out? That was bad. And the fact that I need a new crown? Also bad.

THIS is why I avoid the dentist.

Beverly,

you are brilliant. I love the straw idea.