Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Flop, Smash, Repeat

I had my first mammogram this morning.  I was thinking that I would come home and have some funny stories to tell you about it, but I don't.  Flop, smash, repeat, done.  I wouldn't want to keep my boobs in that vice all day long, but for those 30 seconds, it was a piece of cake.

I made Rob an actual dinner last night.  We've been eating Trader Joes and take out for the past month, so I went all out and made him a nice dinner.  Didn't turn out as well as I thought it would.  Its been a while since I cooked, and I guess I kind of forgot how.  He didn't care, he'll eat anything.  I also did four loads of laundry AND folded it all AND put it away.  It was nice to do laundry because I had full loads to do and not just because we were all desperately out of underpants and towels.  My dryer is making a weird noise again.  I'm going to ignore it for as long as I can.  I just don't have the strength to deal with more appliance problems. 

A week from tomorrow, I'm off to Hawaii for much needed rest and relaxation and mai tais.  Until then, it will be a mad rush to get all my work done, get everything waxed, and eat all the food in the fridge.  I think I'll start that part now...

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