Asshattery is my new favorite word. It's festive, isn't it? A little Christmasy? From the noun asshat, which means one who has their head up their ass. Thus, wearing their ass as a hat. 

I had an MRI yesterday and it turns out I have a herniated disc. Awesome. There is nothing I can do apparently. I'm taking ibuprofen 3 times a day for inflammation and the doc wants to see me again in 2 weeks. I should start hanging out in nursing homes because the residents and I have lots to talk about. Please shoot me if I fall and break my hip. (Help! I've fallen and I can't get up! Remember that commercial??)

Our house is a shithole which is really driving me insane but my orders from the doc of no picking up and no heavy lifting and no bending has me not doing anything. My solution is to walk from room to room surveying the chaos and sighing loudly.

I'm almost done with the book, Stiff, and it is fantastic. I highly recommend it. So gross and fascinating at the same time especially because Mary Roach writes so well and is FUNNY. I know cadavers and humor make strange bedfellows but it works. I just stumbled upon this vast amount of morbid information that I had no idea I needed to know. I have endless amounts of disgusting factoids for cocktail parties now so that's good.

So, Yul won Survivor and I was happy. The fact that all of those people took the moral high road was so sweet. It's nice to see that not everyone on reality TV is a shitbag.

When I went in to get Finn from his nap this afternoon he refused to let me comfort him because I was wearing the wrong shirt. (I had taken a nap too and was wearing one of Peter's white undershirts.) He was livid and told me to go change. "Wrong shirt, Mama. Not that shirt!" Even though it was irritating, I was a smidge delighted that my boy had instituted a strict dress code for admittance to his room. I went and put on the usual fitted black GAP long sleeved T, which was apparently acceptable as he grinned and said "There, that's better, Mama."  He then threw his hands up and allowed me to retrieve him from bed.

Taylor will be here tomorrow for what will be her next to last day with us. Sigh...Her schedule has really intensified this semester and the time she has available just won't work for me so we're going our separate ways. I'm tremendously sad. We have vowed to meet for dinner dates just us and also to have her come sit with the kids every month or so to keep in close contact. We adore her and I know I've said more than once I consider her part of our family.

Wishing you a huge bowl of Cake Batter with cookie dough, brownie and fudge. Mmmmmmm......