It Must be Contagious
I think my husband is deaf. I think so because I know that I am, and I have the TV in the family room turned up pretty loud so that I can hear it, and when he's working in the kitchen right next door, he puts on the TV and it drowns out everything for rooms around. I'm looking at Ross and Rachel, and I'm hearing Jack McCoy talk about some grisly murder.
My tummy is not so settled again, and I'm having a hot flash on top of that. But I'm smiling!
K and I went to a W8 Watchers meeting today. Although I did it online for a good while, I've never been to a meeting before. I think if I weren't taking the nice happy pills, I would have found the speaker disturbingly perky, but it was okay. K did suggest though that if we both want to go to meetings that we not go together as a rule, because she observed that in any combination, she, her sister and I tend to play off each other and become very cynical. A pretty good observation. I'll see how it goes anyway. It does combine pretty well with what I learned from the nutritionist last week. Now if I could only figure out why my tummy still hurts, I'd have it all figured out.
We had a deluge here a little while ago, with tornado warnings. (This is not generally a tornado part of the country.) The Sibs in the next town over saw terrible winds, but we didn't have that, only some very serious rain.
I'm going to make a couple of phone calls and then collapse. See you tomorrow.
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CONGRATULATIONS on the Weight Watchers thing. I've been eliminating entire food groups from my diet over the past year. Meat was the first to go, then dairy, then wheat. Now I'm counting fat grams and that seems to be a good one. What's left? No more late night snacking! I always *cheat* after 8PM.
ReplyDeleteI am pretty sure my husband is selectively deaf. He turns the tv WAY up when he's watching it, and he loves to listen to the radio loudly. Then he never hears what I say and asks me to repeat it until I get pissed off and just SHOUT it at him.
ReplyDeleteThen again, I won't say anything at all, and he'll say, "What'd you just say?" And occasionally I'll say something quietly, and he'll hear it. Go figure.