one way to get a day off...

but not recommended is to wake up with chest pains, go to the doctor who will put you in the hospital and give you a stress test.

Actually- that's the way to get 2 days off. All is clear. So it must have been a panic attack or some really weird a$$ heartburn like I've never had.

When Mr. Sophanne is in a similar situation, it's easy for me to sit and knit and pass the time pretty patiently (no pun intended). When the situation is reversed and there's nothing else he can do, he pretends to go for Chinese food and comes back with an early birthday present.



Maybe next week it will be appendicitis in case there is a matching bracelet- KIDDING! I scolded him for spending money, told him to take them back so he could go blow off some steam at the casino but he refused. What's a girl to do?

WeirdyPants Jenn whose name I have coveted since entering the blog world has got some serious illness in her dog family. Rufus is the greatest dog ever and I've never even seen him in person. He's the dog that pushed me over the "please let's get a dog" edge. His face is magical (click here if you don't believe me) and Jenn's words about him always make him most lovable. If you say prayers and put important things in them, maybe send one out to Jenn, Tom and Rufus because they make the planet a great place.