Where Is Topol when You Need Him? So did any of you miss me? Where have I been? Well, the 'Rents a la Valkyrie descended upon my household for 10 days, putting both myself and the Hubster into a total state of apoplexy, and we kept escaping to our room in the back of the house, collapsing onto the bed and quivering and crying a little bit, counting down the days when we would get our quiet little lives back. My parents are both high-maintenance and high-strung, you see. Now my father, who has Alzheimer's, is forgivable because of his illness and his general lack of health (he also has diabetes and keeps losing toes at an alarming rate). Dad's current thing is to tell everyone that he "lost all of the fluids in his body" and then singing If I Were a Rich Man from Fiddler on the Roof at full volume. The fluids thing is at least partially true, as one of the last times he landed in the hospital he was terribly anemic and he needed a blood transfusion, as well as constant IV antibiotic therapy. When we went to Mass, Dad asked Father S to give him a blessing, and God bless Father S because he even included a prayer for Dad's fluids. What a great guy. Mom, on the other hand, is still very resentful of her role as caregiver, but she's doing better about just slogging along, but she was very happy to let me do all the cooking and the driving, which I more or less expected to do anyway. However, what I didn't count upon was spending 3 full days in casinos although I went with $80 and came back with $287, half of which went right into Hubster's wallet. I also didn't count on three days of casino buffets, what with my Weight Watcher's and all, yet I managed to lose 4 pounds last week (I think most of that was due to stress; see the quivering and crying statement above). I was also expecting Mom to not be supportive of my Weight Watcher's somehow, yet she was, so long as Mom herself wasn't put out too much, and she wasn't. I think Mom even watched how I ate and handled the program and perhaps she might even have inspiration to do something similar herself. But anyway, there is officially 11.4 less pounds of me to love. Yippee! So Mom and Dad are now back on a plane to Florida and I'm back at work and Hubster and I will have a nice quiet evening now. Yay. In household news, I guess the "rule of three" still rings true as we had another appliance kick the bucket on us. However, we weren't strained in the pocketbook again as this time, it was the microwave. Man, when those things die, they just die, don't they? I put some frozen veg in to cook and I pressed "start" and then the thing made a noise like the dying little Slim-Pickens-sounding robot from The Black Hole. Now we have a swanky red microwave with all sorts of bells and whistles. How sexy for us. Anyway. I'm jonesing for bad movies and knitting at work. I just wanted to say hi y'all. Have a good one. Be careful out there. Don't take any wooden nickels. Have a drink on me. Ta.
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