Omigod, I think that’s the EXACT same wallpaper that was in that kitchen! My dogs now think I’ve officially lost my mind, sitting here howling at a photo of an ugly kitchen on this strange computer thingy! (Not that they needed much persuading, of course.)
I have been inflicting the bad puns on my former boss. Her response is, and I quote, “Eeeeeeeeeeshhhhhhhhhhhhh…”
Spats, your work here is done. 
I just had the most marvelous flash of brilliance! Bobbio if you truly want to get out of redecorating what may become the VunderLair, all you have to do is show FCM’s ugly house pictures to VunderWife. Tell her you’ve been picking up some ideas on home decor. See? Brilliant!
It’s even worse than you think - it was contac paper!! I think I still have part of a roll left. I was saving it to make a special gift for swampy, but **FCD ** may have thrown it away…
How about Wednesday?
was a slow day. We got up late, since everyone was apparently tired somehow from the night before. I have to confess I was, too. My allergies by now had kicked in full steam. Something in the desert was making me very ill…could be the dryness, but I could not breathe through my nose all night and therefore couldn’t sleep.
We did get to go see the Venetian, which I had asked if we could see before we left. Right as we got there, we saw some people dressed up in costume behind a door, and we decided to wait for them. Shortly enough, they came out, singing loudly and clapping. (All the performers there are so enthusiastic!)
We went on to see the canals and the gondolas. Beautiful, deep singing voices, singing with heart and passion…wow. Just wow.
We spent some time gambling in the big hotels. We also stopped by the Luxor. Now there’s a hotel to swoon over. The whole thing is in the shape of a big pyramid, inside and out. So all the hotel rooms are set up that way. Apparently they are all on an angle and each floor has successively less rooms. All of the inside is filled with Egyptian-style statues, pictures, etc…the opening itself contains two huge statues and a desert-style setup, with palms and sandy areas.
Around 5 PM or so we left to drive on to Los Angeles. I promptly fell asleep. more about L.A. tomorrow, but I will say when we arrived in L.A. all the Colorado people and India people were complaining about the humidity, etc. And all I could think of was how glad I was to be back in a moist climate!
So, I finally found someone for a second opinion that has an appointment available before August. Of course, it’s still two weeks from tomorrow and the pain started today, but I guess I can’t have everything. 
I’m just hoping somebody can give me anything that resembles a straight answer. I’ve gotten “possibly"s on everything from cysts to appendicitis to kidney stones and back to endometriosis (still my personal bet for what the hell is wrong), and it would be nice if somebody just had the balls to say "This is what’s wrong with you.” I can handle pain if I know what the hell is causing it.
In other news, I just spilled about half a cup of cold coffee down the front of my shirt. I am a goddess, plain and simple.
Drae, it sure sounds like endometriosis in my humble onion… That’s scary. And I’m sorry about the pain. You poor thing.
As for the coffee, were you wearing a white shirt? You know they attract coffee! Anyway, me and my coworker joke about this all the time - our t-shirts/blouses never last for long before we drip something onto them.
Coffee is also the cause of turbulence when served on commercial aircraft…
Huh. Well, as long as you aren’t breeding baby aliens inside you, Drae… That would suck. Are they running tests for that?
I’m feeling a little crazed from massive amounts of baking. I just put a pot roast on for dinner- it’s got a can of diced tomatoes, some red wine scallion vinegar, and some sherry in with it. I think I’ll put some parsley in after it’s cooked a few hours. The cinnamon buns should be done in about ten minutes, and then I can stick in the rest of the bread.
If you ever get tired of Toronto and all of those poseur husbands, I think VunderWife and I will have a place for you when we move to Mayberry…
No one noticed this? This totally snerk-worthy comment? What is a humble onion anyway?
I’m safe, I’ve never developed a slot machine, and I don’t have any grandchildren 
If your cinnamon buns are as good as my MIL’s, Lissla, you’re hired. Either that or please make up the spare room, I’m moving in. Tonight.
I need to do some baking, actually – my puppies have discovered the joys of homemade doggie biscuits. Our lab Isaac eats anything you give him right on the spot, but our golden retriever Rusty always takes his goodies into the next room so Isaac won’t try and take it away from him (he never succeeds, but he always tries). But with a homemade biscuit? Rusty drops and inhales it right on the spot. So I’ve been digging up recipes on the internet. There are some really whacked-out dog biscuit recipes out there, you know that? Fortunately, these guys like anything as long as I use chicken broth in lieu of water, either that or add peanut butter, so it makes my work easy.
I just read it and noticed it, but you beat me to it.
Anyway, yeah, I’m thinking it’s probably endo, which I’m told is often treated with nasal spray, and that cracks me up no end. As long as I know there aren’t little gnomes eating my insides and there’s a medical explanation for what’s going on, I’m sure I’ll be on a much more even keel, mentally speaking. The only thing that makes me a little jumpy about this particular diagnosis is the possible infertility issue, but I guess that’s something I shouldn’t worry about until the time comes. For all I know, I’ll never need to worry about it, so I’m not going to waste my energy on it now.
LiLi, baby aliens would be pretty cool, and I might not mind dying as they burst from my abdomen, as long as somebody filmed it. I think there’s no chance of it unless they’re invisible on cat scans, though. And I couldn’t even begin to guess how they got there in the first place. I have no missing time, I haven’t eaten anything strange lately, and I haven’t even watched a sci-fi movie in a few weeks.
But it’s just occurred to me–my friends and I all have a Zombie Pact (i.e., he who gets bit, gets shot in the hed immediately), but no Alien-Host Eventuality Pact.
And my shirt is light gray. Not white, but light enough for it to be obvious that I’m a slob. I think the fact that the coffee was stone cold just added insult to injury.
How would we know? You’re the one that mentioned it.
Spats and rosie the puns are in another thread for a reason. That is their home. They are warm and safe in that thread. Please don’t bring them over here.
you punist!
Well, it took almost 8 hours, but I’ve finally dusted. <koff-koff> And I’ve vacuumed, and done laundry and put stuff away and made tea for FCD, and now I’m going to load the dishwasher.
Whew!
It took you 8 hours to dust??? What were you dusting, the Swarovski crystal factory?
No, it took me 8 hours to get around to dusting. The actual process took about 15 minutes. I kept getting interrupted by laundry and the dog and the cat and the phone and the vacuum and the dishes and MPSIMS and sudoku and, oh look - shiny!!!
I just hate dusting. When my kid lived at home, that was her chore. She’s gone. So I gotta dust. I hate dusting.
