...Barely tolerable, I daresay...

OMG I hurt!  I had a massage yesterday and told the lady that my rhomboids were rather knotted up.  Well, it's actually my serratus posterior superior, but that's beside the point.  She worked me over like you wouldn't believe.  I have much better range of motion, but my skin hurts!!!  I won't even think about the muscles under the skin.  They have a layer of fat to protect them, but my skin....!!  The side of my back that has chronic pain is improved, but still painful.  It always is....  But the left side is feeling nice and loose and sore!

I drove down to hubby's work today to have lunch and so we could go shopping for clothes.  It's quite hot in this area of CA and I was sweating to death INSIDE the mall.  That's just wrong.  Hubby didn't seem too interested in looking for clothing for himself.  I think he's going to wait till later.  Yanno, like the day before we're to sail!  I was looking for a formal dress for the cruise. 

We had lunch at Friday's and then looked around the mall in Vallencia.  No luck there.  Everything is either for teeny boppers or "mother of the bride".  I guess I'm old enough to be MOB, but yuk!  I did find the powder makeup I wanted from Robinsons-May.....  My last chance to shop there before they turn into.... gasp  Macys. 

I had already decided we'd cruise over to the Northridge mall if we struck out in Valencia.  Nice mall, kinda packed.  Not at all like I remember it, but it's been..... 14 years since I've been there and there was an earthquake in the meantime that damaged the place a bit.  Success for me in finding a formal!  A little place called Junes or something like that was chock full of formals.  Lots of stuff you'd see at some "fashionable" weddings out here.  Yanno, sheath-like dress with a hem that poofs out at the bottom making you look like a pinata (can't remember how to get the tilde over the n).

I couldn't get through the day w/out my sister making me some kind of insane.  She asked what I want for dinner tonight and it reminded me of last night when there was nothing even thought about, much less made, which necessitated hubby and I going out for dinner.  Poor hubby was starved and I was just getting off two calls for pts who had problems with their braces.  I told hubby to call and see if sis had made anything and she hadn't.  Her excuse was that I didn't tell her what I wanted the night before.  She went to culinary classes in RoP, she knows what we have to make a meal, she knows what I will and won't eat, but I have to tell her what to make or she can't do anything???  WTF??  When did this become the new rule around here?  I'm not going to claim perfection, but for 17 years I planned meals for hubby w/out having to ask him what he wanted.  Even if I didn't make a full meal, I would at least have something planned.  I would start thinking about it the night before or from the morning on.  I didn't wait till dinner time to go....  what's for dinner?  She just doesn't want to stir her ass from whatever it is she doesn't do all day while we're at work!

It's not like I haven't talked to her about these things before.  Like my pots and pans.  I cannot stand having the outside of the pot look all burnt and grubby and gross.  I just cannot stand it.  I  told her many times over the last 3 years that it bugs me and her reply is always, "What does it matter if it's the outside of the pot?"  It matters because it bothers me!  She's in my home and those are my pans and it bothers me, so I feel she should get off her ass and do something about it instead of moaning how she's only got boring videos to watch. 

I got home tonight and the pots were cleaned.  I had done some of the cleaning the other night, but she did make them look much better and that made me happy.  In my opinion, if a pot or pan or dish or whatever feels dirty anywhere, it's dirty.  You cannot call it clean just because the side you're supposed to use is clean.  Does that make sense?  Just one of my weirdnesses since I have not got a houseproud bone in my body.

My Litte Dude is all snugged up along side me at the moment.  I'm kicked back on the bed with the laptop in my lap and he's got his legs all tucked in against my hip just snoozing away.  So cute.  His sister, on the other hand, is a pain.  I can't move w/out her thinking it's time to eat. 

Hubby gave me a scare when we were at the Valencia shopping center.  He said he was feeling tight in the chest (I worry about his blood pressure) once we left the indoor area.  I thought I heard him wheezing and asked if it was his asthma or what.  He wasn't sure, but had to rest a bit.  I told him I had smelled something like jasmine inside the mall and maybe that was what was bothering him.  Prolly.  A puff or two on the inhaler and he was much better.