Yesterday I got a hair cut. (I knew my hair had grown too long because Ten was starting to like how my hair looked.) My hairdresser provided me with a cut that perfectly frames the 8 or so gray hairs that come out right in the middle of my forehead. (Well, not right in the middle of my forehead. Oh, you know what I mean.) I really like the look because I appear wise and old. (Not as old as Ten, but she's t-h-i-r-t-y, after all.)
Ten's and my parents are going to meet at Thanksgiving! I'll be hosting here at the WRJ condo. While most children worry about their parents embarrassing them at such events, I think Ten and I are more worried about embarrassing our parents. (Yes, we are considering wearing matching cornucopia-inspired outfits.)
On Monday and Tuesday of this week I got 1 IV put in, 3 Tb tests, and 3 phlebotomies. I'm like a voodoo doll. Except hopefully not as creepy.
Saturday night Ten and I are hosting a dinner party. We will serve vegetarian chili. In addition to making the chili, Ten is going to vacuuum my living room and go grocery shopping for me. (Ten! Pick up the Beano!)
I am so happy with the results of the latest poll (since I'm planning on going to bed in fifteen minutes.) It was close, but I am vindicated. Yes, I go to bed at 8:01. Judge me if you wish, but the majority of my blog readers think it's fine.
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