Drouzin

I just had to get this one down just 'cause I don't wanna forget this one!

I'm at Touro with my FIL for his operation at 7AM on Fri. a couple of weeks ago. So we go in a little room for pre-op with the little paper dress and all that goodness that you get when you are about to have surgery. Being the daughter-in-law, there are just some things you shouldn't see and so I stepped out the room while they did their thing. As I was standing in the hall this guy steps out of the room...

So I go to Virginia to visit my sister for about 2 weeks. I borrowed SIL's luggage and loaded up one bag with muffalattas, (a really stinky, yet delicious sandwich), and king cake; naturally that was the bag the airline lost. When I got the bag back it took a couple of days for the smell to go away.

The first week there was snow, (yea!), and I went sledding for the first time in my life. Apparently you are not supposed to put your foot down flat to stop. I learned that when I...

So we finally get to sleep in our own home on our new mattress last night! I purchased a bottle of wine and some flowers and a few of those mini muffalattas to celebrate. Everything was perfection. I had made the bed with my purchased-a-year-and-a-half-ago bedding from Wal-Mart, and had actually hung a decorative mirror on the wall so that it looked like someone lived there. The problem? The bed smelled like moldy Katrina.

When it came the delivery guys practically ran into...

Feeling a little sad this week because my bud, C, is leaving for MS this week. I knew C before Katrina as the rockabilly bartender at our fav spot.

After Katrina I came to know C as a friend, and confidant. Our little group sat together day after day, hour after hour trading Katrina war stories with each other and any out of towners who wanted to listen. C always had a hug for someone who needed it.

The place a haven for us all. We walked in and were able to leave...

As the only female in the household, (not counting cats), I am often subjected to the whims of the males I live with. Today I sit here not watching the Saints game, but enjoying the ever so entertaining display of a blue screen with gibbly **** that is making a lovely blip, blip, blip... noise.

Why? Because male #2 decided that we needed to get local reception on both TVs right before the game. Male #2's method of fixing the problem was to call the 1800 number. Male #1 being...