Happy Hump Day, Loves!
I have posts that I've been meaning to write, but it's been literally impossible to sit still long enough. I'm a buzzy, shaky mess in these past 2 weeks of doubling my steroids. I see McDicky again tomorrow, and I'm hopeful I can start tapering.
It's amazing how prednisone makes you feel SO good, minimal inflammation, takes away a lot of the pain, and
Last Friday, I received a call from one of the vendors at the Virtua Women's Symposium I went to with Brie a few weeks ago, that I was chosen to win a free pampering session. Looking back, now I realize it was just a ploy to get us to buy stuff (it worked), but she came to my house, set up tons of beauty products, and Brie, Carmen and I got to play makeup for a few hours. We munched on spinach dip and extra garlicy bruschetta, drank water out of fun wine glasses, gabbed and laughed our butts off, and felt girly for awhile. Much needed!!!
*****It's been two weeks since Linky Cat had his fuzzy little balls cut off, and he's still peeing everywhere. Last night he peed on Steve's "Great BALLS of Flyers!" (ahhh, the irony) shirt we got from a playoff game in 2012. He's also been drinking EVERYTHING he can get his whiskers in; I find him drinking out of the toilet, the sinks, my water glass. Diabetes came to mind, so I took him to the vet. She said he's got the classic signs of diabetes, took blood work and urine, and said hopefully we'll have answers tomorrow. My poor guy. I LOVE my Linky!! He looks at me with that face, and I can't even get mad at him!
Speaking of girly, while reading one of my favorite beauty blogs 2 weeks ago, I got wind that Urban Decay is putting out a Naked 3 eyeshadow palate. I own both Naked and Naked 2, so obviously when it comes out, I will need Naked 3 to finish out my collection. Chanukah starts on Thanksgiving, so if anyone is looking for that perfect gift for yours truly...
I went to Shop Rite on Monday and spent $17.94 on $53.53 worth of groceries.
Couponing like a BOSS!
In lupus news, my platelets have dropped again. McDicky ordered a liver and spleen scan to see if they are the cause (my spleen could be eating up and destroying my platelets), and if that doesn't tell us anything, I'll get a bone marrow biopsy.
My surgery is next Tuesday, and I'm nervous and saddened what the end result will be. The final whammy of never carrying my own children. No whammy, no whammy, no whammy, STOP!!!
In terms of Black Friday shopping with Ann, this surgery is rather inconvenient. We don't go for the deals, it's just something fun we do together, sit in one of our cars in the heat with our coffee, watch all the assholes trample each other as Target opens, then mosey our way in. Target will already be open from Thanksgiving night, so we can't even watch the douche bag shuffle. Feh. Me and my pain killers will be shopping from the couch.
And, because every Hump Day should end with this, after completely leaving him out of the pages of last year's issue, People Magazine got their shit together, and named Adam Levine The Sexiest Man Alive! It's about freaking time. The eyes, the body, the smile, the tattoos, the falsetto... I'm a sucker for tall, thinner-build guys, and People, you couldn't have chosen a better one. I have now forgiven you for that shirtless photo of Michael Bolton and his chest hair from 2012.
What a fine lookin' Jew!