I hope you took pictures of the cake. You guys are pretty darn talented.

I'm still in my jammies - what a lazy day. It started at 4:30am when we called the Super because our neighbour, usually very quiet, was having a 1980s Power Ballad Smackdown. We heard it in our bedroom, with the door shut. Back to back Power of Love (Celine's version) and If you Leave by OMD was too much. The Super had to actually drive over here from the other building to get him to turn it down since neighbour wouldn't answer his phone. Luckily for us the Super thought it was fine to tell him that we called in a noise complaint.

The Super told the neighbour it was you? Oooh, gonna make for bad blood?

We, in fact, did not take a picture of the cake as Brian feels it was not up to acceptible standards. Brian is a freak. He made the cake itself be swirling green and pink to simulate blood and guts.

Megan, we can certainly plan for a Slap Shot viewing.

btw, I was able to smell/taste for about 3 minutes this afternoon. Maybe the flonase/aerius/allergy shot cocktail is starting to work a little bit.

WOOO! And did you indulge in an orgy of smelling?

WOOO! And did you indulge in an orgy of smelling?

I took a big sniff of the incense that my secret santa sent me. Other than that, I had just finished breakfast and wasn't hungry so I didn't really take advantage of the situation. I knew it would be fleeting, but it gave me hope that my senses will return post-surgery.

Oh, Megan, I think that things are going to be just fine. So, there. No more worrying for you!

No more worrying for you!

Ha! Hahahahahaha! HAHA! Me, not worry? You might as well say "No more breathing for you!"

Worrying is my Super Power.

Buffy night
Buffy night!!

I gotta remember to rewind my tape before I tape angel or else the finale of Joe Millionaire will be there forever!!!