He probably won't be really with it till tomorrow, tommy. I'm glad the surgery went well!

I'm glad the surgery went well, that's scary shit.

I did a lot today. And discovered the kale is only $1/lb!!! (I never knew because I was always borrowing just a few leaves(?) from Sandra, and she never let me pay, I now know why. It'd be like a dime.) But I forgot baking chocolate. So will have to go out again for that. Swim done, not greatest. I'm convinced the dry in my nose is due to the drier Maryland air after SoCal's humidity (how often is that said) and not the cold the hacky-wheezy-guy on the parking shuttle had. I can't get sick this week.

Got a few jewelry ideas for my SIL at the market. I figure most of their xmas stuff will be going in on house stuff once we get there. Other than that, I have done zilch. There's a couple places in Hampden I know I need to hit up. But of course, I had to re-up my supply of face lotion (cheaper in bulk orders for a 6 month supply) and 2 new suits (under $40! last 2 in my One True Suit in my size! -kiefer.com, Kat. Smaller overall selection than swimoutlet, but I've had better luck with them lately.) aaaand a bookshelf. There was only one I could get with no shipping. Asking my brother to do his magic to get me free shipping from target on the ones through them.

...which is like anti-xmas shopping, but all were necessary or deals I couldn't let pass, damned my bills.

And thursday is the crown. Blearg.

Ouch, Jessica. WTF parents and in-laws?!

DH just took the kids out for a long drive so I could grade. I love him. I hate grading.

I am still sore from my tumble. We had to go to the grocery store earlier, and when we drove up the street, Tim asked, "Is the garbage cart that's in the street the one you hit with your face?"

Me: "What? No, it was on the sidewalk...DAMN. My face shoved it into the street! No wonder it hurts."

Doesn't look like any bruising. Just sore in many, many different places. I have taken as much ibuprofen as I'm allowed. Sheesh. Stupid ankle.

House is about 70% decorated. Hopefully I can get both kids here at the same time to decorate the tree. I don't like doing this by myself, yet I like it when it's done, so I keep plugging away.

Tommy, glad your dad came through surgery well, more healing ~ma out your way.

Oh, Jessimoon, you've had a thoroughly sucky holiday.

Please drive very carefully home while everybody is dressed in bubblewrap, and also in a personal bubble of happy quietude.

so I was super whiny this afternoon and everything sucked and I was the worst and ugly and way way way - oh look, I didn't take my meds for 2 days - anti-anxiety and hormones, not the best to stop. duh.

Zenkitty, I feel the same way. My few remaining true love fantasies involve a wonderful man living in a house next door.

"True love lives next door" is one of my favorite fantasies. That, and "house so large we have our own wings".

Behind my well-defined boundaries that I control access through, I mean.

Exactly!

My sister is curled up asleep on my couch. I'm too wound up to sleep. I'm glad the fun weekend is over and we can get back to normal.

Saddlebag houses. You get one side, s/he gets the other, you grill out and have drinks in the breezeway in the middle.

tommy, I'm glad your dad came through surgery okay. Fast and good healing wishes to him.

Steph, I'd give you a shotgun, just to see how high you could make the trash container jump. Wouldn't help, but it might be fun.

Yes, msbelle, one must *take* the meds for them to be efficacious. Never having pulled that trick myself, nossir.

I haven't done one thing to de-fallify the house and get ready for Yuletime, Suzi. You inspire me.

Jessica, hmmm. Not commenting on your relatives, but here, have another little drink.

H is abed, drugged, and padded around with pillows. He's slept most afternoon and evening. I hope he sleeps through the night. I know he needs to rest and recover, I just don't want him roaming the halls at 3AM because he's all "slept out."

I'm going to go look at pretty pictures on Tumblr, and finish this cheap and ordinary, but yummy glass of wine.

Crankybloomers venting: If you KNOW you are contagious with whatever cold misery is going around, don't hang out with people at the social gathering, and for G-d's sake don't prepare food everyone is going to be eating!

So far three of us who were at Thanksgiving are now down with the crud. The plaguebearer's wife kept telling him to go quarantine himself in the bedroom, but he refused to listen. I'm going to kick him in the shins the next time I see him, if I feel well enough by then.