Hi everyone.
Karen C - I missed your post on last week's thread also. I'm so sorry to hear you're going through such a hard time. It sounds like your husband is getting the help he needs and once the depression is addressed, I'm sure everything else will work out. Hang in there and we're here for you whenever you need to vent, talk, cry, whatever. {{{Hugs}}}.
Pat - Sounds like you had a great weekend. Were you all misty-eyed seeing your baby dressed for her first formal? Thanks for the positive vibes. I'm running on sleep deprivation too, so that monster could have his way with me if I'm not careful.
Karen B - Slush. Yuck. We're unseasonably warm here - it's supposed to hit the 60s today and they're predicting 68 for tomorrow. I'm enjoying it while it lasts, but I'm afraid that when winter hits, its going to make up for lost time in a big way. Keep guzzling your water and you'll chase that soy out of your system in no time.
Michele - I hope the painters take care of that cake for you. What kind was it. You should still be on cloud nine - bask in that loss. You deserve it. Your cruise plans sound wonderful. When do you go?
I have to tell you, I really shouldn't be congratulated on forgoing the birthday cake. John likes his cakes from the fancy dancy European patisserie in town, while I'm a gloopy, gloppy, good old icing laden American birthday cake kind of gal. I'm telling you, if it had been a chocolate cake with white buttercream frosting, there's no telling what would have happened.

I'm just biding my time waiting for TOM to start. I've been guzzling my water, but I'm still retaining water like nobody's business. I hate this. And why am I sleep-deprived today, you ask? Well, around one o'clock this morning I wake up because I hear Luigi (one of the cats) making a weird cry - kind of between a meow and a moan. John and I both kind of jumped up because Trotski, our other cat, hasn't been feeling well and I think we both pictured Luigi standing by Trotski's lifeless body and whimpering. The hallway light was on (because Ana was in bed with us, which is another story, and likes to have the light on) and when I looked out, I realize Luigi had a mouse in his mouth and was trying to get our attention because he was so proud. Now I really, really, hate mice and I was afraid Luigi was going to jump on the bed. So I'm hysterically hissing at John to do something about it. He goes into the hallway, Luigi drops the mouse, the mouse starts to run, Luigi bats it in the air, catches it in his mouth, and runs with it. John opened the front door and tried to coax Luigi out the door with the mouse. Instead he dropped it in the front hall and the mouse, who was amazingly still alive, took off. I just know we have a mouse that died of a heart attack in some crook or cranny of our house. Yuck. Kind of hard to sleep after that. Pets - gotta love 'em.
Have a great day everyone.
Carla