Mmmkay,
So I've been on the new dose of "addy" (this is street talk for Adderall, taught to me by my thug/delinquent nephew), and we seem to be getting along pretty well.  I wonder though if I am to the point of "the best that can be expected."  I wonder if I don't set my expectations too high when striving for "the cake."

Oh!  Coffee's done.  Oh GOD I love coffee.  I can't even explain my love for coffee.  If coffee could do dishes and make it's own iced tea, I would sooooo marry coffee.  I love you my coffee...kiss, kiss.

Okay, where was I?  Oh yeah.  So just one issue arising and that is the fact that my ankles seem to be swelling.  This hasn't been a problem at all for more than 6 months, but goshdarnit if it isn't a problem this week.  I need to remember to mention the ankles.  Don't let me forget.  I could be having a heart attack, or deep venous thrombosis, or kidney shut down, or PREECLAMPSIA!  No, wait...I should be pregnant for that one.

This is what I love about my job.  I have words, pictures and Google to feed my hypochondria.  So much more fun than when I was ignorant and lost trying to explain myself with words like, "that thingie" and "my junk."

I need to find a coffee called "Orgasmia."  Hopefully it won't taste like Folgers.   If it does, I will rename it Toilet Water and send it back with a letter of complaint for using my word-o-uporia inappropriately.  Ahhhh, sip, sip, yum, yum...coffee is gooood.   I'm all about the random this morning...

Tiny slept in her own bed last night.  A first for her.  Never in my life have I seen a 3 year old that can transform a king size bed into a twin just by showing up and laying in it.  It never ceases to amaze me when I wake up in the morning and see her sprawled out sideways with 3 comforters piled in a ball at her feet, while both Curt and I are huddled with a scrap of blanket on the edge of the bed like homeless cliffhangers.  What's really funny is how we both slept on the edge even though the bed was wide open for discussion last night.  I have found, since we got this humongous bed, that we usually do find our respective corners at the beginning of each night and stay there.  Now, I am reminded of Adam and God painted on the Sistine chapel with their fingers barely touching..." 'g'night swee-pee,"  *finger touch*
Oh sure, any normal couple that has been married for 15 years and managed to acquire a king size bed [sans the baby] would probably leave their respective corners for a few rounds of eye gouging and half Nelsons, but with everything we deal with in a normal day over here in Stress Land,  it's more often than not just as much of a relief to touch fingers, clutch my championship belt to my chest, roll over, and go to sleep.