I Hate...

The dentist. I thought it would be smart to consolidate the yearly appointments on one day and see the optometrist and dentist on the same day. I do not recommend this. Staring at a dazzling light with diluted pupils while the dentist has your mouth stretched open wider than the grand canyon in order to drill your tooth so that fragments of it get lodged in your throat is not too pleasant. Sort of reminds me of being the gynecologist chair. Maybe I should have done that one today too and just had full day of it. GRRR.

The weeks have flown. What I've been doing I couldn't tell you. Mike working from home is, for the moment, fun. For instance since he is used to eating out for lunch eat day it has now become our ritual to eat out for lunch each day. This has to be nipped at the bud faster than a cheetah on crack. I've now developed a habit as deadly as crack: Subway's buffalo chicken ranch sandwich. It's gotten so serious that they told as last week they would be discontinuing the buffalo sandwich but they will keep some bottles of the sauce on hand for us since we come in, I quote, "practically every day". Excellent.

The net effect of this new habit is absolutely ZERO weight loss and have in fact gained weight. Excellent. The kitchen is almost done and this makes me very happy as at least we have eliminated the eating out at night portion of our day. What remains now is one last sanding of the drywall and to paint the walls. Wheee. The other house is also almost complete with just a few minor touch ups. Now if I could just rent the stupid thing.

I had a grand time in Santa Fe last week. The trip was great except for the part where I was seeping money at the poker table faster than what the national debt is climbing. Excellent. It was still a great time though and I absolutely enjoyed the mud wrap. I had crazy silly thoughts like "I should treat my body better" and "I really want to make time for me". This coming from a self absorbed princess might seem humorous to you but it did make me feel all warm and fuzzy. For about 2 hours. That's when I got back to the casa to find a very annoying and disappointing email from a disgruntled recipient of my monthly spam campaign. I mean, come on, who doesn't enjoy a rain poncho during the dry season? Whatever.

I'm off to Rochester this week. This can't miss. 5 or 6 of the family in one little 2 bedroom townhouse. Oh yes ladies and gentlemen there will be feathers flying. The best news of all is that Dad's lovely lady will be there to enjoy the festivities. I can't wait to hear all the words of wisdom she will have for us all. Seeing Lou Lou will be a treat. Any idea for Dad's B. day on the 6th?