Saturday was nice - Charlie and I went for a walk downtown, where we ran into Betty the dog and her real owner. So we walked some more. And then we came back to the F*refighters Museum and sat for an hour or two at the entrance. We have retirees who give tours on Saturdays and I always enjoy hanging out with them. There was a children's festival the next block over and we had a lot of families stop by the museum. Most of the kids wanted to pet Charlie, so by the end of the day he was exhausted from all the walking and all the petting.
On Sunday I was going to show and tell the fantastic wine that Kate sent me (because she is *totally* the best iBFF in the entire world) but I need new batteries for my camera and thus far have been too lazy to go to the store and buy them. Kate also sent two wine glasses, one of which made it perfectly, the other of which was completely pulverized when the delivery guy *threw* the package against the side of our house. I'm pretty sure that one was for A, and my glass is the one left standing. Poor A. No wine for him.
As soon as I stop being lazy I will take a picture of the wine. Or maybe just of the bottles. Because I think the wine will be going with to the Indy IF bloggers picnic tonight. (All three of us!) So the actual wine might magically disappear. Funny how that happens
Had my pap on Monday, which was fun and exciting. The doctor seemed thoroughly confused as to why I was there. It was like he *wanted* to have something to fix. He kept asking after various aspects of my health as though it were some sort of guessing game and at any minute I would throw my hands up in defeat and admit what was wrong with me:
Bearded doctor stares at Io. Io smiles back and wonders how much longer he's going to have her sit there in the sexy robe with the draft.
"Soooo..." Dr. Beard taps his fingers against his jaw. Suddenly, he looks hopeful. "Do you have any allergies?"
"Oh. I don't think I've ever met anyone in Indiana that doesn't have allergies. Well." The doctor looks defeated. "Migraines? Backaches? Need your cholesterol checked?"
"Nope. Nope. Nope."
"So you just need a pap?"
The doctor sighs. There is no hoping to cure this patient.
"Well, scoot forward then."
Poor guy. I sure hope the next patient was a hypochondriac so they could have a nice long discussion.
I will also be bringing a raspberry cobbler to tonight's picnic. Yum. I finally got over to the parentals last night and picked a million berries. I got three containers and have already promised two away, so I think I will need to go back up this week. We like to freeze them and use them all winter.
My mother for some reason was in the mood to tell birth stories. I was born early in the morning into a cold hospital room because the warm birthing room was occupied. They had to stick me in the baby cooker to warm me up, then sent me home later that day. I think this explains why I am not really a winter person.
Apparently my brother was looking like he was going to go breech, but my dad took an ice pack and held it next to his head and my mom felt him flip over and move into position. So there you go folks. Have a breech baby? Put ice on their head. My brother's not a winter person either.
Really, I don't understand winter people at all. They are like Republicans to me. I just can't fathom it.
(I tease, my sweet conservative readers, I tease! Well, kind of.)