I was so busy "posting every day for a month" that I need a day to catch up and update you on old news:
I find out tomorrow what the next step is for the PancreaCyst. Mom, however, woke up Wednesday with a cyst swinging off her elbow, much like this:
...except Mom's arms are less hairy and more frail. And the first thing we both thought was, "That looks just like a testicle hanging off [my/Mom's] elbow." Our Google research has determined Mom either has Tennis Elbow or A Ganglion. Or the Dread Elbow Testicle.
Still hates me. Eatmahcurleez, Montana.
Are still at the bottom of the basement steps.
The Genius Brownie Pan
Well, it's a bad idea to bake a pan of brownies and then pull out the directions. With every brownie with two edges, you need to check the brownies ten minutes early. I expect a few more test batches before I have the new brownies perfected.
I stood in the aisle at the drugstore and wondered why there are so many variations on the condom. It's as bad as toilet paper. Given that Gary has been known to throw toilet paper out of the bathroom, I looked for the most expensive box. Too many were tied at the same price, so I went with the Today Sponge. I know I'll pop it up there and totally forget about it.
The in-laws just handed the abandoned waif of sixty-five years everything she asked for, so with that and the lawyer fees and the taxes it's down to a quarter of its former splendor. Still, as I pointed out to Gary, "Who complains about an inheritance? Quit griping about it." I'd be happy with even the tail of an emu.