Mmmm, cupcake.
I actually willingly put cupcakes in the freezer the other night. We had bought cupcakes to celebrate our anniversary this past Sunday; the plan was to go out and have a nice dinner and then come home and eat cupcakes. But our sweetheart of a waiter, when we told him it was our anniversary, brought us a surprise dessert after our dinner. And we never turn down free dessert (especially white chocolate mousse [I said "Man, white chocolate gets a bad rap -- this is GREAT!"]).
So when we came home, there was no way we could eat cupcakes, so rather than snarf them down the next day before they went bad, we put them in the freezer. I don't even know what's become of me. ME. I willingly deferred sweets. WTF, man.
(Although I might need to thaw one out tonight. We'll see.)
I just cranked through a ton of work. I've decided to take a half day tomorrow and go to a movie after lunch, because WHY NOT.
Our hot water heater is about 9 years old
Huh. Mine is 17 years old. I guess it's a tired old-man water heater. I don't know what the average lifespan of water heaters is.
Good call, shrift.
Both rabbits have been confirmed noshing on the cilantro, which is almost all gone. Good to know.
Duck is in the oven.
I still need to go for a run and make some apple tarts.
Water heaters average 10-12 years. Ask me how I know.
Man, today's epidural hurt like a bitch. They don't usually hurt time off, but I was in so much pain they loaded me up with two shots of fentanyl, oxycodone and percoset and I was still sobbing like a child. One of the nurses actually hugged me and rubbed circles on my back--I sagged like my strings were cut and wept all over her boobies.
Why don't we deserve good health/no pain? Why is it so hard to manage? Meanwhile I'm still wrangling prescriptions (I love when people you haven't spoken to (or have) tell you what the previous call was about--OF COURSE I MENTIONED THE METHADONE--it was my primary topic I called on). Turns out the doctor's office doesn't know that *they* initiate the monthly IV prescription. Why would it be my job? Unless you've placed a standing order of some sort, why would the pharmacy? Of course it's your job, DOCTOR'S OFFICE.
I am so tired, and I still don't have meds for IV or methadone for tomorrow.
Water heaters average 10-12 years. Ask me how I know.
In an apartment building, more like 7-8.
We skipped Rosh Hashannah last night because we are lazy atheist Jews, but tonight I made brisket with onions and applesauce (and cumin-roasted cauliflower with tahini sauce), and have an apple crumble in the oven.
Oh, ita, that sounds awful. I hope the epidural does what it is supposed to and you get your meds tomorrow, or sooner if possible.
Cumin-roasted cauliflower sounds amazing. Speaking of, I just customized my CSA box for next week and cauliflower was an option, but seemed a pricey one. I went with bok choy and beets to replace the potatoes I shouldn't eat.
ita, I hate thinking of the reasons why Hubby's pain was managed so much more aggressively than yours is.
