OW, OW, OWWWW!

I just woke up a short while ago and these are the sounds of tummy distress. So, of course, I'm using my pretty screwed up infirmary-Rodney icon.
::ponders::
Um, maybe I shouldn't have had that hot salami and brie for lunch. Or the (wrong) ice cream, namely butter pecan tart, despite its honest French-Canadian roots.

I didn't feel like posting on Saturday, because it was a long and boring day. And I really should have gone to the drug store (because I either have a couple of likely spider bites on one arm or else an allergic reaction which could be from doing the laundry, now that I'm thinking of it). So I stayed cooped up indoors, watched this week's SGA (and will somebody please tell DH whom I adore otherwise NOT to make google eyes at the first new woman he sees when he's supposed to LOVE somebody else!!!!!; but, then again, I blame both TPTB and the juvenile writers) and Boston Legal.

Sunday morning was a zoo. Let me tell you HOW MUCH I HATE the marathon and other space-wasting takeovers of the city. My ride was ONE HOUR LATE. Luckily, because I assumed that many others would be held up, I knew (hoped) I'd still get a decent seat. Although, because it was Police Appreciation Day, it took a whole men's chorus to oust me and usurp my throne seat. But Rob, one of my friends, let me sit next to him across the aisle and even fetched me my cushion and order of service. We had cops from various branches of the service including provincial (OPP), mounted (I said hi to the nice horsie outside), motorcycle (yeah, that got a lot of interest) and the Chief of Police who spoke. As I was on duty, I even got to serve one or two.

After church, I got all of us waiting for rides to cross the street so we could bask in the strong sun. [Of course Brent had to yell something naughty about me!] My ride was early. I called John and got him to meet me at the supermarket (which is how I got the ice cream; I thought he was handing me butter pecan). We walked home along the lake and then he led me up the shortcut which I couldn't see for myself. I dropped off my foodies and we went outside to wash my patio chairs which we took down to storage. Yaaaaay. Chore done.

And then eating the wrong things and having a nap and waking up all owwwwwy. As that's where I began, I can leave you with a clear conscience ::giggles:: and a vacant head!
The silliest hugs possible,
H.

OW, OW, OWWWW!

I just woke up a short while ago and these are the sounds of tummy distress. So, of course, I'm using my pretty screwed up infirmary-Rodney icon.
::ponders::
Um, maybe I shouldn't have had that hot salami and brie for lunch. Or the (wrong) ice cream, namely butter pecan tart, despite its honest French-Canadian roots.

I didn't feel like posting on Saturday, because it was a long and boring day. And I really should have gone to the drug store (because I either have a couple of likely spider bites on one arm or else an allergic reaction which could be from doing the laundry, now that I'm thinking of it). So I stayed cooped up indoors, watched this week's SGA (and will somebody please tell DH whom I adore otherwise NOT to make google eyes at the first new woman he sees when he's supposed to LOVE somebody else!!!!!; but, then again, I blame both TPTB and the juvenile writers) and Boston Legal.

Sunday morning was a zoo. Let me tell you HOW MUCH I HATE the marathon and other space-wasting takeovers of the city. My ride was ONE HOUR LATE. Luckily, because I assumed that many others would be held up, I knew (hoped) I'd still get a decent seat. Although, because it was Police Appreciation Day, it took a whole men's chorus to oust me and usurp my throne seat. But Rob, one of my friends, let me sit next to him across the aisle and even fetched me my cushion and order of service. We had cops from various branches of the service including provincial (OPP), mounted (I said hi to the nice horsie outside), motorcycle (yeah, that got a lot of interest) and the Chief of Police who spoke. As I was on duty, I even got to serve one or two.

After church, I got all of us waiting for rides to cross the street so we could bask in the strong sun. [Of course Brent had to yell something naughty about me!] My ride was early. I called John and got him to meet me at the supermarket (which is how I got the ice cream; I thought he was handing me butter pecan). We walked home along the lake and then he led me up the shortcut which I couldn't see for myself. I dropped off my foodies and we went outside to wash my patio chairs which we took down to storage. Yaaaaay. Chore done.

And then eating the wrong things and having a nap and waking up all owwwwwy. As that's where I began, I can leave you with a clear conscience ::giggles:: and a vacant head!
The silliest hugs possible,
H.