1. It was recently brought to my attention that the Snuggie–you know, that blanket with arms–doesn’t have a true back. I don’t know why, but this changes everything for me. I kinda wanted one…perfect for naps, or curled up on the couch with a book. (hey, don’t judge—I reduce my carbon footprint by leaving the heat set on a frosty 62 degrees). But now I find that it’s nothing new at all–just a bathrobe that you put on backwards. Someone is making a fortune by making a fleece hospital gown look appealing. And I almost fell for it!
2. I had to go in this morning to have blood work done as part of some testing I’m undergoing to prevent these kidney stones I’m plagued with. Why it couldn’t just be done at my doctor’s office is beyond me…but I had to go to an independant lab. And it was NASTY. Two lines–one for drug testing and one for lab work–was my first clue. The lady who actually took my blood didn’t look like she had seen a comb in weeks. Thankfully, that’s over…now in a few weeks I’ll get the results and probably be told I can’t eat or drink anything I enjoy anymore.
3. Talk about crazy weather–a week ago I was loving several inches of snow. And this weekend, I had every window in the damned house open. Yep–5 inches of snow on Monday and 80 degrees by Friday. Gotta love that!
4. Is anyone else a fan of “Brothers and Sisters?” I have been since it came on the air–it has the best ensemble cast of maybe any TV show ever. But am I the only one who thinks they need to stretch their plot lines a LOT beyond the current and predictable “well intentioned dishonesty leads to drama“. I simple can not take another episode of this person keeping something from that person, with the best of intentions, only to have it turn into an hour full of examples of how honesty is the best policy. And pre-dic-tuh-bull! Does anyone NOT think that the new illegitimate son isn’t totally gonna end up in some sort of love drama with the old-not-really-but-we-thought-so illegitimate daughter?? Come on, writers, this cast deserves better than this!
5. Regular readers have probably caught on that I LOVE to get a new car, and do so fairly often. This is not a trait that I got from my father. His sign that it’s time to car shop is when the driver’s seat is worn out. (no kidding–he will tell you this himself). Well, Subaru must make a damned good driver’s seat, because he called me this weekend from the car lot and was about to trade in the trusty wagon that had carried him for 196,000 miles. I think the most miles I have ever put on one car is about 55,000. I wish…well, ok, my bank accounts wish, that I could look at cars this way–more the way I might look at, say, a vacuum cleaner. I don’t run out and get a new one everytime Dirt Devil launches a new model. So long as it’s sucking dirt off the floor, I keep it. I really ought to feel the same way about cars–as long as it gets me from A to B, it’s fine. But I don’t ever see that happening.