I am feeling a little better today. Had been out of commission basically this week. Who knows what has been causing the latest symptoms. I’m so sick of myself I can’t even stand it. When I meet with my doc she just throws more pills at me and acts like I came to her house and woke her up to bother her. Um, you work for me. I don’t need that added stress. Blech. The pain is bizarre. Fatigue coupled with distracting back, neck and shoulder pain. Like someone is standing on my shoulders and has been for 2 weeks. You know the type of pain that makes you slightly nauseous? Lying down in a quiet room is lovely. yeah, like THAT happens a lot. She gave me muscle relaxants that I’m supposed to take every night before bed and in a few weeks that is supposed to alleviate the pain. Whatever.

Peter’s best pal PBF was in town on business last week for a few days. I picked him up after meeting with my trainer (which ruled – more later) at about 4 and we went to Chipotle and got margaritas and Laughed. Our. Asses. Off. Seriously my face hurt. At least three times I laughed so hard I wasn’t making any noise. I was slapping my knee and snickering without caring who heard and clapping high in the air like Louise did at my wedding. Sigh…there’s a reason they say “laughter is the best medicine”. He is a phenomenal story teller and just such a fun person to be around. Amazing energy. Peter says he’s the boy version of me, which just makes me like him that much more. Ha. We went back to the house to meet Peter after work and then headed to Pomegranate for dinner. More laughing. I’m laughing just typing now. I had the much talked about Chocolate soup from last year’s menu and it was a disappointment. Where are the homemade peanut butter cookies? What the hell is an O-WEE-O and won’t don’t you just call it “poor mans’s Oreo”? Sheesh. I comforted myself by sipping Peter’s espresso martini and Brian’s chocolate Martini. Yes, please.

Back to the trainer. Her name is Penelope and she is one part Jackie from Work Out and one part Stevie Nicks. That calming, witchy, magical part of Stevie Nicks. Anyway, she is soothing but firm, which I like. Plus, she was slinging compliments at me so that doesn’t hurt. I’ll train with her once a week for a few weeks and then just once a month. I’m hoping it helps with everything. My doctor was really excited about it and said that she wondered when I was going to do that. What? Um, you never told me to see a trainer so I figured it out on my own, jackass. See what I mean? Suddenly I loathe her. She is, no doubt, a very smart woman but I need someone with some interpersonal skills. Makes me wish my mom was a rhuematologist so I could just go see her.

The quest for a new bag continues as I discovered that the Chloe “Betty” is not my long lost soul mate as I had originally envisioned.  The lovely woman at the shop (who I imagine to be long and lean with a penchant for toothbrushes and brunch type food) kindly sent me the bag so I could check it out. I opened it and my heart sank. Twas not the bag for me. I loved it in the picture but in person, it fell flat and immediately made me think of a carry-on bag from the 70s. I had gotten my hopes up and had already pictured myself stomping around town with it. Ah well…

Finn’s hair growth experiment stopped being fun and started driving me crazy because he just looked like a raggamuffin. We got his haircut today and she cut it so he could have the mohawk if I gel it up. He pleads for me to do it. And he wants to wear his Paul Frank monkey shirt everyday too.

Shout out to Frank. Rest in Peace fat cat. Also, get ready Denver, I’ll be there in a week.