what’s on my alleged mind?

• Flowers. Izzy and I sent some flowers to Mom, so she can enjoy them while she’s recovering from her surgery.  And, despite the multiple hints (hints might be understating the matter), Joe told me today that he didn’t send flowers to me at the office for Valentine’s Day. I’m not mad or upset. I think it’s funny that after all these years of marriage, he still doesn’t understand that he gets brownie points when he sends me flowers at work. I mean, that could win him an argument, you know? I’m just sayin’.
• Hormones. Last week I asked Joe if he could run by the pharmacy and pick them up for me. For understandable reasons, I’m sick of the pharmacy, and feel quite sure they’re sick of me. And then I forgot about it until last night while I was having a hot flash. Hoping that he’d gotten them and forgot to tell me about it, I called him in faraway Minneapolis. No such luck. So I’ve got to remember to go by the pharmacy on my way home today. Hot flashes, so overrated.
• The Doctor. He’s so hot! I got Joe a pair of red Chucks, much to his delight, and he put them on yesterday with a suit just like the Doctor.  Now he just needs a haircut and a long duster, and my heart will go pitter-pat.  (You should watch the second episode of the third series, where he meets Martha Jones–his red Chucks play an important role partway through the episode.) (The Doctor’s red Chucks, not Joe’s red Chucks.) (Why I felt I needed to emphasize that fact, I know not.)
• Snot. I realize that it should be politely referred to as sinus drainage or something like that, but it just feels like gobs of snot gushing down my throat. Welcome to winter/springtime in Texas. Lots and lots of snot.
• Banana pudding. Sarah and I had lunch at Cotton Patch today, and I feasted on a little dish of green beans and a little dish of macaroni and cheese, which, although very tasty, isn’t as good as the macaroni and cheese at Logans, and is nowhere near as good as the macaroni and cheese in the America’s Test Kitchen cookbook. And I got a serving of banana pudding to go, and it’s sitting on my desk right now, looking at me with two big vanilla wafer eyes and a big vanilla wafer mouth that’s lopsided, and all in all looks rather like an alien with gooshy yellow guts.  But when I take the lid off and dip a spoon into it, it will become a most delectable dessert. (Dessert/gooshy yellow alien guts. Hmmm. I think I’ve been watching too much of the Doctor.) (As if there were such a thing. Ha! And again I say, ha!)
• Weight. My weight, to be exact. I had to say out loud today, at work, how much I weigh. It was in the context of a phone call to a new doctor (one more of the hurdles I have to cross to get approval for the surgery–and just why am I eating macaroni and cheese and banana pudding, even if they are small servings, and even if they’re not together, because ugh), and only one person could possibly have overheard me, but I’d really rather never say out loud how much I weigh, until I weigh so little that I’ll be boasting about how much I weigh. Or how little. You know what I mean.
• Dogs. Yesterday Molly and Scout were very aware that Joe was leaving for another trip, as each carefully and deliberately lay down on one of his jackets. After he left for the airport, Scout perched himself on the back of the loveseat by the front door and waited, obviously on full alert. Molly came and got under the bed as soon as the rain started. I have no idea what time Scout gave up and came to bed, as I was asleep. Poor little guy! He misses Joe so much. He always spends that first day watching for Joe to come back, but then he accepts that Joe’s gone and becomes my shadow until Joe returns once more. It’s funny, because when he first came to live with us, Scout was my shadow all the time. It took a while for him and Joe to bond, but bond they have.
• Organisation. I really need to get organised. I can have all the calendars in the world, and they won’t do me one blasted bit of good until I have one calendar with everything I need neatly contained therein. But the calendars small enough to fit into my purse (a.k.a. suitcase, according to Izzybella) are too small to hold everything I need, and the ones that hold everything I need don’t fit into my purse. 
• Women’s Toilets. Just flush the ruddy toilet already, okay? Pick up the tampon you dropped on the floor. Make sure your fanny gasket gets completely flushed. Wash your hands. Make sure the paper towel makes it into the garbage can, and if it doesn’t, pick it up and put it there. And if I haven’t emphasized it enough, FLUSH THE DANG TOILET! If you don’t want to see it when you walk into a restroom cubicle, make sure it’s not there when you walk out.