1. You know how you get a song stuck in your head for days and days and can't get rid of it? I had Miley Cyrus' "Wrecking Ball" on interminable repeat in my head (and I like the song, actually, if I hear it every once in awhile, but not over and over and over...) and FINALLY was able to dislodge it.
2. We all know the only way to dislodge a song that's stuck in your head is to replace it with another one, right? Goodbye, "Wrecking Ball." Hello, "The Cup Song (When I'm Gone)."
3. Got rid of "The Cup Song" by, yes, replacing it with ANOTHER song. This time up, "Royals" by Lorde. I do love her voice! Which is a good thing, because I keep hearing it over and over and over and....
4. I make a pretty darn fine sugar cookie. This week, I made a double batch and cut them out into pumpkins and fall leaves, then frosted them and sprinkled them with colored sugar. I would show you a picture, but I ate them all.
5. Always good to have a reason that I can't possibly finish the laundry.
6. Had a follow up visit with my general surgeon, Dr. Dorian Grey. He did a VERY THOROUGH breast exam, made all the more weird by the fact that I can feel the pressure of the exam but not actually feel anything on my skin. Ever fall asleep funny on your arm and your hand goes to sleep and is so far beyond the prickly stage that it seems completely dead? Like that. He didn't find anything of concern, and I
7. Our security alarm went off the other night at 1:30 a.m. Before going to bed that night, I had taken an ibuprofen p.m. in an attempt (failed) to thwart the insomnia I have been having for the past few weeks, and had finally dropped off into that deep, dark sleep that sometimes happens right after you drift off. At the blaring of the alarm, my husband leaped out of bed and headed for the upstairs alarm control panel, catching his foot in the handle of a duffle bag that was sitting outside the hall closet door on his way. I was aware of the alarm going off and of my husband thundering out of the room, and was trying to drag myself out of my ibuprofen p.m.-induced sleep when I heard the crash caused by him falling over the bag, followed by a stream of curse words. He got the alarm off, then headed downstairs to investigate when the alarm went off a second time. I had gotten up by this time and pushed my way past him, going down the stairs to the alarm control panel in only my pajama top, having shed the bottoms during an earlier hot flash, and hoping I didn't meet a burglar. When I checked the downstairs panel (which is the only one with a digital read-out of the alarm status), I saw that the cause of the alarm going off was a problem with the phone line. I walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone. Problem, all right: no dial tone. (Cell) phone calls to the alarm company and the telephone company and two hours of flopping around, hearing "Wrecking Ball" or "The Cup Song" or "Royals" on an endless loop, and I finally dropped off to sleep. Aaaand the alarm went off again. AND IT WASN'T EVEN SET. So what did I bring away from this for which to be thankful? No burglar, silly!
8. I had a dream this week that I was pregnant, and in spite of my basket being rendered relatively useless from two uterine ablations, and my egg production halted both by the monthly Zoladex injections and the daily Arimidex tablets, I woke up just short of hyperventilating. Once my heart stopped racing, though, all I could think was, "Whew!"
9. Halloween is over! Yahoo! (I really don't like Halloween that much.) It rained buckets all that morning and into the afternoon, but by 4:00, the sun was shining and in another hour, the kids started ringing the doorbell. We ended the night with over 900 trick or treaters, and now it's over for another year.
|About 6:30 p.m.|
|Really starting to get busy. Around 7:30 it was crazy,|
with kids lined up all the way from our front porch to the street.
10. Best for last! We have a new baby at our house. As of this writing, she remains nameless (and we are open to suggestions). The other two cats hate her. HATE her. HAAAAATE HER. She is currently kept segregated from them until everyone can play nice. And I love her.
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