I saw another woman using a walker at Comic Expo yesterday. She was dressed as Harley Quinn, and her husband was the Joker. She said that, after all the walking yesterday, she'd be using a wheelchair today. I kind of wish I had that option. I still hurt. But, all the stuff that I want to see is in the afternoon, so I'll rest a little bit more, then head over.

I hope you are able to get to all the stuff you want to see this afternoon, Hil. Joint~ma!

I slept until noon, and I showered and I'm microwaving some lunch, and I feel a bit better. I'm going to miss Billy Dee Williams, but I'll still get there in time for the Geek Feminism panel and John Barrowman.

If you see a man cosplaying Dr. Strange, who looks like a cross between David Bowie and Dennis Quaid (IOW, blonde and super handsome), that's our friend Paul. His wife is with him, cosplaying Death from The Endless (she is also really beautiful; it's unfair how good-looking of a couple they are).

Tales From a Marriage:

We got a new pressure cooker and took it for a test run last night. Dh was excited and nervous about using a new piece of equipment. I picked the recipe, Chicken Curry. My DH, the cook, did all the work. When the top came off and he added the last ingredients,I took a taste. "It's wonderful, but doesn't taste very curry-ish." I went to get more curry powder and he said, huffily, "No, not that one-- BEHIND that one." I held up the clearly marked jar in my hand marked "Curry Powder." He picked up the jar behind it marked cayenne and said "Uh oh." He realized he'd added the wrong spice. Since he's color-blind, he didn't notice that the spice he was putting in was red instead of dark yellow. I added a lot of curry powder and it was very good--a rather peppery curry.

After we finished, he said "It was interesting using the pressure cooker. I really learned something." I nodded, "Yeah, always read the label." He threw a pillow at me.

Ha! That would be quite spicy!

Way to keep things spicy in your relationship, Scrappy.

Hil, wishing you lots of fun and minimal pain.

Ever have a friend who is so sensitive she has you questioning your own equipment?(It's weird, too, cause I suspect I am that person for many but I guess I had to get tougher.) Hec, probably won't last long but packs maximum misery in short tenure.

I'm babysitting for G today, and ltc is so happy.

G's dad dropped him off. When his Mom dropped him off there is a latte for me. IOW, gronk.