Jack Sh*t mentioned Taco Bell today, and that reminded me of something I think you all would find amusing:
A few years back, when I was pretty pregnant with my first child (I probably weighed about 10 lbs less than I do today), we were building a fence around our backyard. When ever our family does big projects on our houses, we generally all get together and help each other out. As all of us are always doing projects on our old houses, it works out pretty well - we all end up paying each other back.
So anyway, we have probably 8 or 10 people over for the weekend to help us build the fence. Because they're all working for me, I'll feed them - and provide a couple cases of adult beverages. Being really pregnant, I didn't want to cook for every meal. For one meal, I ran to Taco Bell while everyone else stayed back to keep working. I parked, went in, waddled up to the counter, and said, "Can I get 15 soft tacos and 15 crunchy tacos?"
You know what that dumbass behind the counter said?
. . . . . .
"Will that be to stay or go?"
Dumbass.
Also, I was dinking around on Facebook yesterday, cause that's what I do, I noticed one of my friends raving about this funny website that I've known about forever. I thought to myself, "Doesn't everyone know about Texts From Last Night?"
If you don't, check it out. It's a good time waster, but it is funny.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I don't know if I can believe it . . .
So I've had my 3rd fill for about 48 hours, and I've lost close to 2 lbs in that time. Holy moley.
I have a hard time believing that's real. Can it be? Do people really lose weight at that rate? I obviously never have, so I just don't know if I can believe it. I put it on my ticker, though, cause I stepped on and off the scale about 4 or 5 times (don't tell me you don't do that, I know you do) and I kept getting the same number.
Hmm, I guess we'll see what the next few days brings, huh?
On another note, I did some hardcore phone calling trying to find a reasonably priced local doctor this morning. I called about 6 offices, and have sort of narrowed it down to two.
One office is in Omaha, so it'd be a 45 minute drive or so. Also, my hubby works in Omaha, sort of near that office, so I could go over his lunch, and he could handle my kids for the time that I'm at my appointment. That would be a huge change from our current situation - driving my kids an hour south the night before to my brother's place, and then my hubby having to pick them after his work, which is about an hour northest of our house, so his drive to get the kids is about 1.5 hours. I talked to a lady there for a while, and she says fills are $140, which is totally reasonable. She's going through other stuff to make sure there's no buy-in or anything (I came across one doc who wants $1000 buy in, and then $300 for each fill), and then she's calling me back today. Hopefully, that works out.
The other one that would be a good back up is an office in Lincoln. They want $370 for the first fill (fill and consultation), and then $100 for the subsequent ones. So that's not bad, either. The only thing I don't like about them is that I actually had a consulation with one of their docs a long time ago when I just started reasearching the band, and they weren't very nice when I told them I was going to get the surgery elsewhere, and was just looking to them for aftercare. They basically said, but in nicer words, "well, we'll do the aftercare, but we're not going to be happy about it." I just didn't like their attitude. But, money talks, so if they were my only option for decently priced fills, I'd probably still use them. And they are very competant. They are a Center of Excellence, and they have a great track record. They are THE place to get a band in Lincoln. I get the impression that they think their sh*t don't stink, so they got a little huffy when I wasn't falling over myself to have them do the surgery. Bottom line, they're a good back up.
So that's the deal with trying to figure out local fills. We'll see. I should know more after today.
Love to all!
I have a hard time believing that's real. Can it be? Do people really lose weight at that rate? I obviously never have, so I just don't know if I can believe it. I put it on my ticker, though, cause I stepped on and off the scale about 4 or 5 times (don't tell me you don't do that, I know you do) and I kept getting the same number.
Hmm, I guess we'll see what the next few days brings, huh?
On another note, I did some hardcore phone calling trying to find a reasonably priced local doctor this morning. I called about 6 offices, and have sort of narrowed it down to two.
One office is in Omaha, so it'd be a 45 minute drive or so. Also, my hubby works in Omaha, sort of near that office, so I could go over his lunch, and he could handle my kids for the time that I'm at my appointment. That would be a huge change from our current situation - driving my kids an hour south the night before to my brother's place, and then my hubby having to pick them after his work, which is about an hour northest of our house, so his drive to get the kids is about 1.5 hours. I talked to a lady there for a while, and she says fills are $140, which is totally reasonable. She's going through other stuff to make sure there's no buy-in or anything (I came across one doc who wants $1000 buy in, and then $300 for each fill), and then she's calling me back today. Hopefully, that works out.
The other one that would be a good back up is an office in Lincoln. They want $370 for the first fill (fill and consultation), and then $100 for the subsequent ones. So that's not bad, either. The only thing I don't like about them is that I actually had a consulation with one of their docs a long time ago when I just started reasearching the band, and they weren't very nice when I told them I was going to get the surgery elsewhere, and was just looking to them for aftercare. They basically said, but in nicer words, "well, we'll do the aftercare, but we're not going to be happy about it." I just didn't like their attitude. But, money talks, so if they were my only option for decently priced fills, I'd probably still use them. And they are very competant. They are a Center of Excellence, and they have a great track record. They are THE place to get a band in Lincoln. I get the impression that they think their sh*t don't stink, so they got a little huffy when I wasn't falling over myself to have them do the surgery. Bottom line, they're a good back up.
So that's the deal with trying to figure out local fills. We'll see. I should know more after today.
Love to all!
Blogger question
I have a question about blogger:
Is there a way to get an email notification when someone else comments on a blog that you've made a comment on?
I have it set up so I get an email every time someone comments on my blog, but I'd like to be notified if someone comments on a blog that I've commented on. Like Facebook, you know?
Is that possible?
Is there a way to get an email notification when someone else comments on a blog that you've made a comment on?
I have it set up so I get an email every time someone comments on my blog, but I'd like to be notified if someone comments on a blog that I've commented on. Like Facebook, you know?
Is that possible?
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Might this be the one?
I'm talking about my 3rd fill, that is.
I got .3 of a cc in yesterday, brining me up to 4.8. Doesn't seem like much, does it?
After my fill, I went to the airport to wait for my flight (I fly from Omaha to Denver for my fills). I got myself some KFC popcorn chicken, which is the exact same thing I got after my last fill. I got the individual size both times. After my last fill, I had no problems getting through it. Maybe I had to go a little slower, but more or less ate the whole thing, no problem.
Now yesterday, I got the same thing, and could only eat about 1/2 of it before I started getting full. I put it away, and finished it about 2-3 hours later (I was at the airport for a long time, more on that in a bit). I don't know if I was truly hungry when I finished it, but I really didn't want to throw out the rest. Yesterday, I was thinking, "hmm, maybe I have a little restriction."
So I finished that probably around 8pm. I got home and went to bed, didn't have anything else to eat after my fill, even though I didn't make it to bed until almost 3 am (again, more on that later). So I was awake for a long time after my last meal. I did get hungry, but not enough to do anything about it. I was too tired.
So I get up this morning, and just start in on cleaning the house. I didn't even try breakfast, because I wasn't really hungry. At about 10:15 (so more than 12 hours after supper) I finally was hungry enough to need to make something. I tossed about a dozen little smokies in a bowl with some BBQ sauce and nuked 'em. It took me half an hour to eat, and I think I ate 6 or 7 of them. I just couldn't do any more. And honestly, I probably should have done 5 or 6, because I have a little ache between my shoulder blades. That's too full, right?
So is that restriction? I guess it's hard to tell, because I'm not even 24 hours into this fill. I guess I'll see how long these little smokies hold me over.
I think it's apparant though that I won't be able to eat my 60 grams of protein now. I'll have to start busting out the supplements. I haven't needed them for so long because I've been able to eat my protien on most days.
So let's talk about my day yesterday:
I left the house at 6:15 am. By the time I got gas, drove to the airport, parked, waited for the shuttle, got inside, made it through security, it was about 7:40. We boarded at 7:50. That's cutting it a little too close for my liking, so I really should have left earlier, maybe 5:30 or 5:45. Otherwise known as way too friggin' early.
I get to Denver, take the shuttle to my rental, get all that taken care of, and then grab some breakfast. I'm not supposed to eat 4 hours before a fill, so I eat right when that 4 hour countdown begins. So I got my breakfast, then hung out in my rental reading for a few hours, waiting for my appointment. Because it was a rental, I idled the car that whole time for the air conditioning.
I go to my appointment, it takes 15 minutes, and then I head back to the airport. So I get back to there at about 3:30. My flight isn't scheduled to leave until 8:22, so I have a few hours. I got my popcorn chicken, worked through that slowly, and just read my book and hung out.
Then, my flight starts getting delayed. Evidently the plane that we needed was late leaving San Francisco, so we couldn't go anywhere until it got there. We ended up being about an hour late, but it was frustrating because they kept changing the time by 10 minutes. So you kept wondering how late it's gonna go.
We finally get left, and I land in Omaha right at midnight, central time. THEN, it takes 45 mintutes to catch a freakin shuttle to the parking lot. It was horrible service. It's a small airport, so there's no real organization, so when they have 100 people needing to go to the same spot, it takes 10 shuttle bus trips to get them there. And there's no sign that says, "stand here for shuttle bus to parking lot." You just stand on this 100 yard long island, and the bus stops anywhere along that island. So it was a total crap shoot as to whether or not you're standing in the right spot. Sure, you could run some people over as you try to get to the bus where ever it pulls up, but I'm not an a-hole, so I didn't.
So I finally get on the bus, but it takes forever to actually get out of the parking lot, because, you'll remember, there were a gazillion people who were also going to that parking lot, and the ONE attendant isn't moving too quickly at 1 am.
THEN, I actually have the hour drive home.
So that's how I end up with a 20 hour trip for a 15 minute fill appointment.
Methinks I need to get serious about finding a local doctor.
I got .3 of a cc in yesterday, brining me up to 4.8. Doesn't seem like much, does it?
After my fill, I went to the airport to wait for my flight (I fly from Omaha to Denver for my fills). I got myself some KFC popcorn chicken, which is the exact same thing I got after my last fill. I got the individual size both times. After my last fill, I had no problems getting through it. Maybe I had to go a little slower, but more or less ate the whole thing, no problem.
Now yesterday, I got the same thing, and could only eat about 1/2 of it before I started getting full. I put it away, and finished it about 2-3 hours later (I was at the airport for a long time, more on that in a bit). I don't know if I was truly hungry when I finished it, but I really didn't want to throw out the rest. Yesterday, I was thinking, "hmm, maybe I have a little restriction."
So I finished that probably around 8pm. I got home and went to bed, didn't have anything else to eat after my fill, even though I didn't make it to bed until almost 3 am (again, more on that later). So I was awake for a long time after my last meal. I did get hungry, but not enough to do anything about it. I was too tired.
So I get up this morning, and just start in on cleaning the house. I didn't even try breakfast, because I wasn't really hungry. At about 10:15 (so more than 12 hours after supper) I finally was hungry enough to need to make something. I tossed about a dozen little smokies in a bowl with some BBQ sauce and nuked 'em. It took me half an hour to eat, and I think I ate 6 or 7 of them. I just couldn't do any more. And honestly, I probably should have done 5 or 6, because I have a little ache between my shoulder blades. That's too full, right?
So is that restriction? I guess it's hard to tell, because I'm not even 24 hours into this fill. I guess I'll see how long these little smokies hold me over.
I think it's apparant though that I won't be able to eat my 60 grams of protein now. I'll have to start busting out the supplements. I haven't needed them for so long because I've been able to eat my protien on most days.
So let's talk about my day yesterday:
I left the house at 6:15 am. By the time I got gas, drove to the airport, parked, waited for the shuttle, got inside, made it through security, it was about 7:40. We boarded at 7:50. That's cutting it a little too close for my liking, so I really should have left earlier, maybe 5:30 or 5:45. Otherwise known as way too friggin' early.
I get to Denver, take the shuttle to my rental, get all that taken care of, and then grab some breakfast. I'm not supposed to eat 4 hours before a fill, so I eat right when that 4 hour countdown begins. So I got my breakfast, then hung out in my rental reading for a few hours, waiting for my appointment. Because it was a rental, I idled the car that whole time for the air conditioning.
I go to my appointment, it takes 15 minutes, and then I head back to the airport. So I get back to there at about 3:30. My flight isn't scheduled to leave until 8:22, so I have a few hours. I got my popcorn chicken, worked through that slowly, and just read my book and hung out.
Then, my flight starts getting delayed. Evidently the plane that we needed was late leaving San Francisco, so we couldn't go anywhere until it got there. We ended up being about an hour late, but it was frustrating because they kept changing the time by 10 minutes. So you kept wondering how late it's gonna go.
We finally get left, and I land in Omaha right at midnight, central time. THEN, it takes 45 mintutes to catch a freakin shuttle to the parking lot. It was horrible service. It's a small airport, so there's no real organization, so when they have 100 people needing to go to the same spot, it takes 10 shuttle bus trips to get them there. And there's no sign that says, "stand here for shuttle bus to parking lot." You just stand on this 100 yard long island, and the bus stops anywhere along that island. So it was a total crap shoot as to whether or not you're standing in the right spot. Sure, you could run some people over as you try to get to the bus where ever it pulls up, but I'm not an a-hole, so I didn't.
So I finally get on the bus, but it takes forever to actually get out of the parking lot, because, you'll remember, there were a gazillion people who were also going to that parking lot, and the ONE attendant isn't moving too quickly at 1 am.
THEN, I actually have the hour drive home.
So that's how I end up with a 20 hour trip for a 15 minute fill appointment.
Methinks I need to get serious about finding a local doctor.
Monday, June 7, 2010
3rd Fill Today
And it seems awfully tiny to me, considering I felt like I had no restriction prior to today. I got .3cc, bringing me up to 4.8cc in my 10cc band. We'll see, I guess.
The doctor had a harder time finding my port today, sorta had to fiddle around for it. It hurt. Ouchie.
Not much else to report. Boring, I know.
The doctor had a harder time finding my port today, sorta had to fiddle around for it. It hurt. Ouchie.
Not much else to report. Boring, I know.
Friday, June 4, 2010
The waxing tale!
OMG, I totally forgot to make this post yesterday. I got into my sewing, and just spaced it off. I'm a dingbat sometimes.
That's another thing about me - I sew. I remember my mom sewing when I was a kid, but I never had a chance to learn from her (she passed away when I was 12). I've always wanted to know how to sew, so a few years back, I got a cheapo Walmart machine for Christmas. I've been fiddling with it ever since. For the longest time, all I did was make curtains and hem things. For Halloween last year, I decided I finally wanted to tackle a pattern of some sort, so I made the girls princess dresses. I have no one to teach me, I just figured it out myself - mainly by watching Youtube. I've done a few other patterns here and there since then, and am now doing a bunch of summer dresses for the girls' to run around in. Joann's had their patters for $.99 (regularly $7 or $8, sometimes as high as $12 or $13) over Memorial Day, so I loaded up. My hubby is going to be gone this weekend (concert w/ the boys), and the kids are going to be at Grandma's house, so I have almost 2 full days to myself. I'm hoping to have 10 dresses done by Sunday night. I already have 4 done just working on it during nap time this week.
Anywho, on to the waxing. Stop here if you don't want to read details:
I went to a spa in Lincoln, NE. I had called a few weeks back to make the appointment. The lady that I talked to on the phone was SUPER helpful, she talked to me for a good half an hour telling me all the things I needed to do to prepare. She told me to trim to 1/4 to 1/2 an inch, and exfoliate the day of the appointment.
So I get there, and hang out in the waiting room. Honestly, I wasn't terribly nervous, for reasons I don't understand. In my mind, I should have been freaking out! And then, this client walks out of one of the treatment rooms, and she's walking sort of funny. I think, holy sh*t, this is gonna hurt.
So that lady pays and leaves, they clean the room, and it's my turn. The lady (I should almost say girl, I bet she was 23 or so) tells me to take everything off my lower half, and lay down on the table. She says I can cover up with this itty bitty towel if I want, but she's gonna see everything anyway. So I strip, and don't bother with the towel. Honestly, the exposure wasn't a big deal to me. I don't know why, but I just don't care about that part.
So she comes back in, and has me lay on my back with the bottoms of my feet together. She started from the oustide, and worked her way in. She told me that they do that so if the pain is too much, you can stop, and basically have a bikini wax instead of a brazillian.
So she works here way around, underneath, inside, everywhere. Honestly, the most painful strip pulled off was the upper part, not even near the moneymaker. I think it's what Drazil refers to as her FUPA. I'd say she did about 25 or 30 wax strips (she didn't use the stips of cloth that my hair lady uses on my eyebrows - this was just ripping off the wax), and I think there was about 5 that REALLY hurt. Otherwise, not horrendous.
After that's done, she goes, "we normally do the back, did we talk about this?" I said no . . . She goes, "well, you've come this far, let's just finish it." So I'm rolled over on to my stomach, onto my knees and elbows, arse in the air. And she proceeds to wax my backside. What's crazy is during this particular portion, we were chatting about how someone gets into this line of work, and I remember thinking, this is crazy, but I'm gonna ask it: "do you LIKE your job?" as she's ripping wax out of my butt crack. And she said YES!, she does like her job. Nuts, huh?
So after it's all over (it took about 45 minutes), I'm given an oil to break down any remaining stuck wax, and then aloe to soothe my irritated skin. My skin was sore for about 24 hours or so, but is more or less ok now. I've kept it moisurized, and I am to begin exfoliating within the next day or two to help prevent ingrowns.
So that's my waxing tale. Hubby was please with his surprise, but gave me grief because I did it this week, when he's gonna be gone for the whole weekend. But he'll live, I'm sure. It'll still be there for him when he gets back Sunday.
So that's the story of my first brazillian wax. Honestly, it doesn't feel as different as I thought it would, at least while I'm clothed going about my everyday business. Now bedroom time, that's a little bit different. I can feel a lot more. The other thing is that I feel bizarrely naked. As in, hubby and I normally shower together before bed, and for some reason, I felt like saying "don't look at me!" I don't know why, that's completely irrational, but that's how I felt. I'm sure it'll take some getting used to.
The waxing lady said that I should not form an opinion of waxing until after the second time, because it's significantly easier than the first. So, for now, my plan is to continue to go. We go on vacay the end of June, so I'll try to go in again before then.
Hope you enjoyed my story of pain and suffering!
That's another thing about me - I sew. I remember my mom sewing when I was a kid, but I never had a chance to learn from her (she passed away when I was 12). I've always wanted to know how to sew, so a few years back, I got a cheapo Walmart machine for Christmas. I've been fiddling with it ever since. For the longest time, all I did was make curtains and hem things. For Halloween last year, I decided I finally wanted to tackle a pattern of some sort, so I made the girls princess dresses. I have no one to teach me, I just figured it out myself - mainly by watching Youtube. I've done a few other patterns here and there since then, and am now doing a bunch of summer dresses for the girls' to run around in. Joann's had their patters for $.99 (regularly $7 or $8, sometimes as high as $12 or $13) over Memorial Day, so I loaded up. My hubby is going to be gone this weekend (concert w/ the boys), and the kids are going to be at Grandma's house, so I have almost 2 full days to myself. I'm hoping to have 10 dresses done by Sunday night. I already have 4 done just working on it during nap time this week.
Anywho, on to the waxing. Stop here if you don't want to read details:
I went to a spa in Lincoln, NE. I had called a few weeks back to make the appointment. The lady that I talked to on the phone was SUPER helpful, she talked to me for a good half an hour telling me all the things I needed to do to prepare. She told me to trim to 1/4 to 1/2 an inch, and exfoliate the day of the appointment.
So I get there, and hang out in the waiting room. Honestly, I wasn't terribly nervous, for reasons I don't understand. In my mind, I should have been freaking out! And then, this client walks out of one of the treatment rooms, and she's walking sort of funny. I think, holy sh*t, this is gonna hurt.
So that lady pays and leaves, they clean the room, and it's my turn. The lady (I should almost say girl, I bet she was 23 or so) tells me to take everything off my lower half, and lay down on the table. She says I can cover up with this itty bitty towel if I want, but she's gonna see everything anyway. So I strip, and don't bother with the towel. Honestly, the exposure wasn't a big deal to me. I don't know why, but I just don't care about that part.
So she comes back in, and has me lay on my back with the bottoms of my feet together. She started from the oustide, and worked her way in. She told me that they do that so if the pain is too much, you can stop, and basically have a bikini wax instead of a brazillian.
So she works here way around, underneath, inside, everywhere. Honestly, the most painful strip pulled off was the upper part, not even near the moneymaker. I think it's what Drazil refers to as her FUPA. I'd say she did about 25 or 30 wax strips (she didn't use the stips of cloth that my hair lady uses on my eyebrows - this was just ripping off the wax), and I think there was about 5 that REALLY hurt. Otherwise, not horrendous.
After that's done, she goes, "we normally do the back, did we talk about this?" I said no . . . She goes, "well, you've come this far, let's just finish it." So I'm rolled over on to my stomach, onto my knees and elbows, arse in the air. And she proceeds to wax my backside. What's crazy is during this particular portion, we were chatting about how someone gets into this line of work, and I remember thinking, this is crazy, but I'm gonna ask it: "do you LIKE your job?" as she's ripping wax out of my butt crack. And she said YES!, she does like her job. Nuts, huh?
So after it's all over (it took about 45 minutes), I'm given an oil to break down any remaining stuck wax, and then aloe to soothe my irritated skin. My skin was sore for about 24 hours or so, but is more or less ok now. I've kept it moisurized, and I am to begin exfoliating within the next day or two to help prevent ingrowns.
So that's my waxing tale. Hubby was please with his surprise, but gave me grief because I did it this week, when he's gonna be gone for the whole weekend. But he'll live, I'm sure. It'll still be there for him when he gets back Sunday.
So that's the story of my first brazillian wax. Honestly, it doesn't feel as different as I thought it would, at least while I'm clothed going about my everyday business. Now bedroom time, that's a little bit different. I can feel a lot more. The other thing is that I feel bizarrely naked. As in, hubby and I normally shower together before bed, and for some reason, I felt like saying "don't look at me!" I don't know why, that's completely irrational, but that's how I felt. I'm sure it'll take some getting used to.
The waxing lady said that I should not form an opinion of waxing until after the second time, because it's significantly easier than the first. So, for now, my plan is to continue to go. We go on vacay the end of June, so I'll try to go in again before then.
Hope you enjoyed my story of pain and suffering!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
I survived the wax!
I'll get you some details later today, but I wanted to do a quick post to let you know I made it! I didn't chicken out!
This is like when I had the band surgery. I guess I'm now on the other side of waxing!
This is like when I had the band surgery. I guess I'm now on the other side of waxing!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Finally back to civilization.
Hey all,
We went camping over the holiday weekend. You'd be proud of us, we didn't even use a campground. We actually stayed on the bank of a creek in my husband's family's pasture. Or, as we call it, "the crik." Anyway, 3 days of tents and sleeping bags leaves Momma with a kink in her neck. And my kids look like lepers from all the mosquito bites. They were terrible. But we are now back to regular life. I'm glad to have my bed back.
Nothing's happening on the weight loss front. Currently, I wouldn't even know I have a band. I really need to decide if I want to use a local doctor (I'm currently flying to my Doc in Denver) for fills. I know if I had a local doc, I'd go in more frequently, and thus lose weight faster. I'm sure of it. But as it is, I have to sit and wait and stall my weight loss so I can get to Denver. Bummer.
So I now have one male follower, and that makes me a little nervous, but I'm sure he's seen everything following a bunch of women, so I'm not gonna be shy:
Tonight is when I do the big hoo-ha wax. I haven't chickened out yet, and I don't plan to in the next few hours. I hear no matter the pain, it'll be worth it. I hope so, I'm pretty excited. Hubby doesn't know about it, I'm just gonna surprise him. I'm a cool wife, huh?
So, do you want a recap tomorrow, or is that too much information? I know lots of you are curious . . .
We went camping over the holiday weekend. You'd be proud of us, we didn't even use a campground. We actually stayed on the bank of a creek in my husband's family's pasture. Or, as we call it, "the crik." Anyway, 3 days of tents and sleeping bags leaves Momma with a kink in her neck. And my kids look like lepers from all the mosquito bites. They were terrible. But we are now back to regular life. I'm glad to have my bed back.
Nothing's happening on the weight loss front. Currently, I wouldn't even know I have a band. I really need to decide if I want to use a local doctor (I'm currently flying to my Doc in Denver) for fills. I know if I had a local doc, I'd go in more frequently, and thus lose weight faster. I'm sure of it. But as it is, I have to sit and wait and stall my weight loss so I can get to Denver. Bummer.
So I now have one male follower, and that makes me a little nervous, but I'm sure he's seen everything following a bunch of women, so I'm not gonna be shy:
Tonight is when I do the big hoo-ha wax. I haven't chickened out yet, and I don't plan to in the next few hours. I hear no matter the pain, it'll be worth it. I hope so, I'm pretty excited. Hubby doesn't know about it, I'm just gonna surprise him. I'm a cool wife, huh?
So, do you want a recap tomorrow, or is that too much information? I know lots of you are curious . . .
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