Madrigals

Last week, Jeffrey was taken from his room in the wee hours of the morning. It seems the tradition when one makes it into the Madrigals is to be taken to breakfast in your jammies. He'd bought a pair of pajama bottoms so they wouldn't take him to breakfast in his boxers. He wore them every night for two weeks waiting to find out if he made the Madrigals. The rest of the group dress him up with a sash that said something like doofus or dorkwad, put flaming boxers on him outside of his PJ's, goofy sunglasses and I don't remember what else. He went to school like that. I wish I had my camera so I could have gotten a picture of him but it was out in the trailer.

David is really proud of his brother and thinks we should take him out to dinner to celebrate. I love that he's proud of his brother. The Madrigals are apparently a pretty big deal, an elite school choir. They are such good boys, young men.

Costco

Conversation while waiting in line at Costco....

"This is going to cost a lot, but we didn't buy anything frivolous. Oil of Olay isn't frivolous after a certain age right?"

"Absolutely not"

"I mean, did you see how old I looked in that web cam picture?"

"Absolutely not"

"Good man"

Pink Eye

I don't remember if I've ever had pink eye but I can unequivocably state that I don't like it. I did not know that all the tissues surrounding the eye become tender as if bruised. The constant watering and feeling like I've got a dog hair in my eye is just an added bonus. Speaking of hair, I got a wild hair up my, well figure it out, to take a picture of my night of the living dead red-eye look with the webcam. I do not take pictures of myself, therefore couldn't remember how to work the damn thing. I only have it because it came with the laptop. After hours of intense searching and wondering why my eye looks so much better in the picture than in life, here it is. By the way, I forgot that when staring into a camera, everything is opposite so I kept looking for my left eye to look bad when on camera it is my right.

A school play

Jeffrey is one of the lead players in his high school musical, Zombie Prom. It was really cute to watch. The female lead has a beautiful Disney voice and could easily sing Belle or Ariel's parts. Jeffrey played Joey, the Zombie's best friend. There was lots of singing and dancing. Jeffrey cut his beautiful red hair into a buzz for his 50's look but says the girls like it better because it is soft when they pet his head. His dance partner is a cutie but "taken" according to Jeffrey. For someone who is taken, they sure text each other a lot.

Solo business trip

I went to Atlanta last week to learn how to use the data we get from our Smart pumps (for I.V.'s). The workshop and accommodations were at the Airport Marriott. I've stayed at Marriotts three times when the hospital has sent me on a trip. This one was the lesser of the three. One of the things I look forward to in these hotels which are too expensive for me to use on my own dime is the bathroom, but this was just a regular hotel bathroom. The bed was as soft and nice as usual. I thought I would like it better to go alone than to go with someone else so I could do what I want when I want. It may have been more fun with someone else but I got more work done and rested more on my own. Landing during a tornado watch was something I'd like never to do again. They'll have to clean my seat on the plane.

My personal barometer

Here is my theory about my chronic pain issues. I believe I have so much scar tissue from multiple surgeries and sinus infections that it hurts like a (cover your ears Ma) mother-fucker when a big storm is coming. Yesterday, I was actually blazing along writing my paper that was due last night when all of the sudden, the chronic tolerable pain turned into panic-stricken-should-I-just-throw-up-now pain. I was taking Lortab and phenergan, holding an ice bag to my pounding skull and face; then taking a nap with a warm spice bag across my face. Needless to say, I did not get my paper finished. The chronic fevers usually don't bother me as much as the pain but I have been febrile for at least a week and it wears me out. Hot cold, hot, cold, chills, sweats; pick a temperature and just go with it....

Wicked Wife

This is probably under the heading of too much information, but Mike has the most amazingly sensitive nipples and I don't mean in a way that turns him on. But more in that his nipples are ticklish. It is like goosing him if you tweak them, so naturally when I am feeling impish, I sneak up on him and tweak them. The other day when Mike was lying in bed, Misty climbed up on him and started nibbling his chin which is rather adorable. I went into the other other room and heard a loud whoop (or some other unintelligible word). Misty had nipped his nipple. The wicked part of me just loved that.