where I'm calling from

Today I went to the store and stocked up on foods that I think I might want to eat post-surgery:

1. Pudding cups (ugh, I hate pudding)

2. Popsicles!

3. Yogurt smoothie drinks

4. Soup

5. Juice

I also bought hummus, but that's a wild card. Hummus isn't really awesome by the spoonful. I have the last two Harry Potter books on my shelf. Jim, being ever-thoughtful, bought me a streaming Netflix box so I can watch movies on my TV anytime I want. As I type this, Monica's KICK-ASS Cleaning Service is strip cleaning my house from top to bottom so I don't have to lift a finger for the next few weeks. I hear somebody moving a tinkle bell mouse around downstairs, but I have no idea if it's Monica's crew or Kitty Figz.

Figz and I have been struggling lately with her bite happy attacks. She really digs in when she wants a piece of me. I hope some constant Amy Time will chill her right out. That, and the first season of Heroes via streaming Roku.

The sun is out, the Blue Angels just finished their amazing air show over Lake Washington, buzzing my house lower and lower each thunderous time. Tonight I am going out with a gaggle of awesome people and we all will have ourselves a fantastic time. I like this. I like the way this feels.

I just wish pudding didn't have the consostency of snot. Because I am going to be eating a lot of it. Ugh.