Catie, Riley and I are listening to mindless, foot-tapping, bass-thumping, electronically-enhanced pop music. I have to admit I’m enjoying it more than they are (they’re napping through it all), but it’s a day for celebrating.
Not because I had a really bad hair day and wore a sweater to work that I realized (way too late to change) I detested, and definitely NOT because of the pimple on my chin (who still gets pimples at fifty-four??).
But because I finally got around this evening to reading what the oncologist wrote on Catie’s discharge instructions yesterday: bright, alert and responsive…CBC, chemistry, urinalysis – no significant abnormalities noted…she was an excellent girl for us today!
Same biohazard precautions as last time: heavy duty rubber gloves, double-bagging and optional Darth Vader breathing apparatus. Having said that (I’m just kidding about the heavy duty rubber gloves), I am going to check when it’s dark to see just how radioactive this waste material is.
I know it’s silly and no doubt inspired by the music I’ve been listening to for the last hour but I’ve been wondering if a satellite image of our house might just show all the backyard marks lit up like twinkling, anti-cancer wishing stars.
Can you see us?
🙂
WOW! I went to Google satellite and saw the twinkling anti-cancer wishing stars!!! They are there! …. OH WAIT!! I can also see the pimple on the chin from the satellite shot, too! EGADS!
And that sweater? What were you thinking!??????????
Great picture Carmen ! You and Catie have matching smiles !
I wonder if your grass will be greener in those spots – or maybe produce some sort of mutant grass !
And you know what they say, after 50 you start getting younger … so …. donate the sweater … dance like nobody’s watching … and get out the “zit zapper” cream… it’s all good.
Maybe your yard will be a beacon for UFO’s. Just imagine the report they send back home! Beep beepmeep beep. This place is run by three legged furry aliens with big, booming voices and flowing golden tails!
Major
What a lovely and glowing photo of both of you! You look very happy. I have to admit, Carmen, you are very brave to admit your age on line but don’t worry I’m not too far behind :(. I always think of Joan Collins when women talk about age “a woman who tells her age tells all.” I’m not sure I agree but I always found that to be entertaining, especially coming from Joan Collins. Just remember though, we’re not getting older we’re just getting better….at least that’s how I justify my age these days…oh yea, and we’re the new 40 too.
So glad to hear that Catie’s discharge report was a glowing review (no pun intended) …you must be so proud. Way to go Catie!
It’s really not the getting older part that annoys me – it’s the still getting zits part that REALLY REALLY bugs me. Seriously, I shouldn’t have to use anti-wrinkle AND acne cream at the same time. For about twenty years, my mom told us and everyone else that she was 39 and I never could figure out what the fibbing was all about. After I survived the trauma of turning 50 I realized age isn’t really that big of a deal and it sure beats the alternative!
CometDog – you are very cheeky 🙂 even though I’ll admit the sweater was pretty ugly. Catie won’t even use it as a blanket. And as far as the pimple goes – I’ve zit-zapped it to death.
Bad hair days, ugly sweaters and zits…..YUCK….. Radio active
poop….YUCK…….Cancer ……Major YUCK…….
Bright, alert and responsive…CBC, chemistry, urinalysis – no significant abnormalities noted…she was an excellent girl for us today….PRICELESS!!!!!!
We are celebrating with you!
XOXO
Dillon and Rhys
That’s a great picture of you two! Thanks for the chuckle – made me think that if a satelite could pick up all the radioactive poops Holly has made all winter then someone, somewhere would know how many I have missed picking up! Maybe they could draw me a map? 🙂
Hugs,
Holly and Holly’s mom
You guys look great in your picture!! You and Catie almost have the same hair color… 🙂 I think your hair looks great… and I can’t see any pimple!! 🙂
Thanks for sharing…
Angel Jake’s Mom