Back when I was eating desserts all the time, I could happily eat an entire slice of pie and ask for more. Now that I rarely eat them, just a little bit is enough to satisfy me. Could you two maybe agree on the night’s desert and then share one serving? Would that make you feel happy because you had a treat or unhappy because you didn’t get to eat a full serving yourself? Brains can be really weird about food.
Hurray! I hope you are as happy as I am. I’m much happier now than when I posted earlier, the dilating and paralyzing drops have almost worn off. I’m still getting glare, but the double vision is almost gone. Tomorrow Hubs will take me to walgreens so I can get a cheap pair of reading glasses and I’ll get my real permanent prescription in about six weeks.
Oh boy, they certainly are performing much better now! I’m still grumpy at myself, I’m pretty sure I was ready for this a couple of years ago and it would have made such a difference for my last cross country drive.
I don’t remember ever losing socks, but I’ll guess that’s because I mostly wore shorts/mini skirts and sandals back then. I didn’t mind losing my panties that much, but good and cute bras were expensive and hard to find, so I just quit wearing them when going out to floozy.
So Harry is now home. His granddaughter, the licensed physical therapist, has taken time off work to come and stay with them for the next month. I think I can get her paid for this, but have to wait until tomorrow to get started on that.
She had Harry out on the back porch today and his raven was a happy bird.
It’s getting dark now and I’m going to head to bed early. My eye is still sore and scratchy feeling and needs to stay still and sleep so it can heal and stop being owie.
FTR, no pain meds have been involved although I did take a couple of ibuprofen with coffee for the headache. Cataract surgery doesn’t include pain, just very minor and petty annoyance. If I wasn’t such a weenie, I’d be up for a couple more hours.
I’ll try to check in before heading to the capital tomorrow. Hubs and I used to ride with the Patriot Guard and stand between the grieving families and the phelps haters. I’ve been coaching folks on peaceful resistance, if things go south tomorrow, it won’t be for lack of effort on my part.
As I recall, the sweets servings are small, which is why we used to have to take 2 or 3 or 4… 
I’m sure we can work something out - like one sweet treat a day. (no cinnamon rolls at breakfast, no soft ice cream snacks, no cookies every time we pass the tray) I do think for the first time we’ll me making an effort to visit the fitness center on at-sea days. The other days we’ll be walking around touring. And like I told him today, we need to concentrate on having non-sugary beverages to help stave off cravings.
Duty’), and then went off to help hang a banner on an overpass and show the American and Mexican flags. After irk I fed the cats, went to the credit union, hit up the new Trader Joe’s, and then got onto the southbound freeway a few miles to make a U-turn. On the way back north, I came to the pedestrian overpass. I pulled over onto the shoulder and honked my horn and waved. When she got home, Mrs. L.A. told the woman she’d been talking with, ‘That’s my husband!’ She said she saw my dark blue-and-white hibiscus aloha shirt, so she knew it was me. I told her that I wore that shirt and my shiniest watch so that she could see me. (Not that white Priuses are particularly ubiquitous. She probably would have recognised the car.) Anyway I continued on, stopped at a supermarket, and got home only a few minutes before she did.
I was reading a discussion about how to find EU alternatives to US products, and somone asked about adult toys. One person was on a different page, and the only adult toy they could think of was Lego. 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY COPPERTONE!!!
Still, it was nice of them to do so. Then he wandered his way back home and didn’t get back too late.
Happy birthday to you! 
