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Miz Catie has opened herself a store – go check it out! I actually squealed out loud when I saw she was offering kitty ornaments.
Go! Shop! Buy!
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So Thanksgiving, I don’t think I mentioned, went quite well. We went over to Fred’s sister’s house, and their father and stepmother met us there, and we ate. This was the first year that the spud was the only kid around (Fred’s sister’s kids were having dinner at their other grandmother’s house) and she got to sit at the “big” table with us.
Fred made a coconut cake (like
this, only updated a little, so the frosting is made with cream cheese; I’ll update the recipe at some point in the future) and we brought a pumpkin pie. Fred’s sister’s husband made a dish of brussels sprouts and chestnuts, and though I can’t swear I’ve never had chestnuts in the past, this is the first time I know of that I’ve had them, and I thought they were FABULOUS.
So we were sitting at the dinner table, and Fred’s sister’s husband started telling a story. Now, I think I’ve mentioned in the past that he’s French, and I think I’ve also mentioned that people with very thick accents make me feel stupid because sometimes I can’t understand them. Sometimes I can and sometimes I can’t and I doubt it’s got anything to do with them; I think it’s me.
Anyway, he started telling a story and I thought to myself
I do not understand one single word this man is saying. I wonder if anyone else understands him? And I looked around the table and saw a couple of looks on a couple of faces that indicated that perhaps I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t understand him.
And then everyone but me burst into laughter.
I guess I
was the only one who couldn’t understand him.
Then later, Fred couldn’t remember the story, so there’s apparently a REALLY FUNNY STORY floating around, and I don’t get to know what it was.
DAMNIT.
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So the story on the thyroid uptake scan is that the nurse at my doctor’s office called and said “We got the results from your thyroid uptake scan, and Dr. MyDoctor wants you to come in for some more labs.” And then she told me that the first available appointment Dr. MyDoctor had was next Monday morning.
At my doctor’s office, if they want you to come in to have labwork done, you don’t generally need to see the doctor. But now I have an appointment to see my doctor.
Where she will tell me that my thyroid is rotting away from some kind of toxic toxicity and they’ll need to remove my entire neck.
Just when I was getting a neck back! I never HAD a neck before, and now they’re going to have to REMOVE it. And with MY luck, they’ll need – for medical reasons, of course – to graft it onto my ass.
And you can all call me “Asshead” (LIKE YOU ALREADY DO), and be technically correct.
Seriously, though, I’m thinking that if I was going to need my entire neck – MY ENTIRE NECK – removed, they would have squeezed me in before next Monday. I’m thinking the thyroid uptake scan showed nothing, or was inconclusive.
WHATEVER. I’m over this medical shit. Stupid thyroid.
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Oh yeah, and I promised I’d show y’all what I wore to Thanksgiving. This is it:
Fred said “I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to seeing you in jeans” multiple times.
I adore the holy hell out of that top, not least because it’s a size XL and I could probably fit into a size L. I got it at Cracker Barrel, and don’t none of y’all make fun of the fact that it’s got chickadees on it. It was comfy and warm, it fit, and Fred’s stepmother told me I looked nice.
What I DIDN’T wear to Thanksgiving.
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Those of you who listen to
Keith and the Girl, if they announce me as the winner of one of the KATG Nanos (check out my
MySpace!) in the near future, let me know, will you? I’m about two weeks behind in my listening and if I won one of the Nanos (which I seriously doubt will happen) and didn’t know about it, I’d be severely ticked off at myself for getting so behind in my listening.
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I went to the iTunes store to look for Christmas music the other day (I recently downloaded “River”, sung by Sarah McLachlin, to go with the version done by Robert Downey, Jr, and also downloaded the Michael Ball version while I was there) and I saw that Chris Isaak had a Christmas album out, and I went over to click on the album so I could see what songs he had on it, and GODDAMN if I didn’t accidentally click on “Buy album” instead, and that’s how I ended up with Chris Isaak’s Christmas album, even though I didn’t really want but one or two songs from it, DAMNIT.
Now I’m down to a $5.50 credit on iTunes, which means that I’ve made a $50 iTunes gift card last all year long, which I think is really good.
Tell me what Christmas songs I should download, and make it something good. I’ve only got $5.50 to spend, and I need to round out my Christmas song collection!
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“The stinkin’ little kittens are GONE! Woohoo!!!”
“Praise de lawd!”
Sugarbutt adores curling up in this basket.
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Previously
2005: “Well, GODDAMN,” I said. “NOT NOW, I won’t! I was GOING to, but now that I know you’d be sitting there all horrified about me reclining my seat in front of your parents, all worried that they’d be thinking ‘Good christ, look at her over there, so fucking LAZY she can’t expend the ENERGY to sit upright!’, I won’t! I wouldn’t DREAM of reclining on my OWN couch in my OWN home, I would HATE to embarrass you!”
2004: What If?
2003: Fred’s sister nodded. “That’s what I figured.”
2002: I forgot that teenagers are, on the whole (though yours may be different, or at least pulling the wool over your eyes) bone idle.
2001: McAfee rocks.
2000: Recent purchases.
1999: I informed him that there was no way he was getting out of taking me to the emergency room for this.]]>