The Grocery List

I haven't exactly been great at things dealing with food lately. I can't even really tell you what I'd like to eat. Nothing really sounds good. Mark has been a trooper through this. So he made a grocery list for me and it reads as follows (spelling included):

bananas
cereal
juice
milk
paper plates
frozen pizza - Red Baron cheeze
Mac & Cheese
bread
fruity
tookys (obviously cookies, but he loves nicknames)
stuff for chili
tomatoes
stuff for fajitas
fruit cocktail for His Royal Highness
skeet-skeet-skeet
plain and tortilla chips
stuff for sheepless pie
stuff for beefless tips
burritos
salad

One of these items is not available at the grocery store. I guess later I'll get that personally delivered. One of my favorite things about Mark is his ability to make me laugh everyday!

Honey, I need some help

Have I told you about my sexy beast of a mechanical husband?

As my husband is trying to negotiate a deal with someone who wants to buy a bunch of parts, He says "Honey, I need some help." I reply "I'm here sweetie" He's using his computer calculator and says "Which one of these buttons is for multiply?" I LOVE HIM!

I mentioned his sexiness, I did NOT mention marrying him for his mathematic skills.

Does it REALLY fit?

Have I mentioned my awesome OB/GYN? We have a GREAT relationship. I went for my first official appointment. Did the normal bathroom cup fill, got weighed and was sitting there having my blood pressure taken when Dr. T came up behind me, grabbed me for a hug and said "CASEY!!!!" Then proceeded to grab my chart and ask her assistants "Which room is ours?" No "sit here while and the Dr will be right with you." We went, talked for a while and then she informed me she needed to do my "annual." So of course you have to strip down and wait under a sheet for them to come in to check all your mysterious lady parts. I always try to fold my clothes oh-so carefully, to keep my unders covered--you know what I'm saying.

In came the Dr and her assistant. She did my breast exam first. And we all (minus Nathan, if he's reading) know about those lovely breast exams, they really involve your breasts. Then as she is waiting for the speculum, she glances over at my pile of clothes and says "WOW! That's the biggest bra I've ever seen. Does it really fit?" And I reply that yes, of course it fits. I thought about it for a second and then I had to ask "didn't you just see and examine my chest? Are you really doubting the right fit?" She explained that it just didn't look like anyone could wear a bra that size. Which still makes me laugh. I said "once I get dressed, I'll show you what I got!" I got dressed and had to wait in her office for the ultra sound tech to come get me. As we're sitting there talking, her assistant walked in and asked "Did she show you her bra, yet?" I jumped up, showed the two of them and their responses were HILARIOUS. "wow, it really does fit!" and "kinda looks like it won't fit much longer."

Friends, I have a large chest. No apologies. Not even if they hit you or you hit them. But no mistake about it, my bra REALLY fits!