Not much has been happening. Things are pending.
I won tickets to the ballgame again, this time in the company box. Free food. Free ballgame. I like my company. Gary's migraine is threatening him again, but he beatt it back with Baileys and a nap.
The Grand Canyon and Vegas are in a few short weeks. I can pee standing up using my new toy, though I haven't used it in public yet. I need more practice with the thing. I have to lower my pants at least a little to get it in place. It feels a little like taking your bra off without taking off your shirt. Technically you aren't exposed, but you can't escape the feeling that you are anyway, because every woman alive can tell what you're up to.
I just got a copy of a new book, Divergent. I've decided I'll only read one Pulitzer book a year. Frankly, the last two I read: A Visit From the Goon Squad and Olive Kitteridge used the related-short-story format and I felt cheated. While it didn't expand my heart, Gone Girl was far more enjoyable than either, and far faaaaaaaar more enjoyable than The Road, another plotless Pulitzer-winner.
Well, the lady troubles are back and it looks like it's a D and C for me in the next few weeks.
My daffodils and tulips (I am proud as if I'd sprouted them out of vagina) - are beginning to die.
A work deadline is going to hit hours before we head out on vacation.
The good greatly exceeds the bad, and that's always fun. I have enough fun to last me till mid-May.