After a long and furious battle, the underwire gave in to my powers of persuasion and is now on its way to a second life in the local landfill. Perhaps it can serve as home for a wayward family of mice. Or ferrets. Or, well, bears.

And as if you people out there (and yes, I do mean you, and you know it!) have no interest in my recovery from the battle, I'm being hassled to update! No "Poor Susan..." No "Are you alright?" Nothing! (Except Corey, who kindly pointed me to more supportive equipment...)

So, with enough talk about bras, I will do just that.

First! My dear friends Lizzie and Karl went and got themselves knocked up. And while this is the perfect excuse for me to move to London, move into their house, and let Karl make me an English fry-up for breakfast every morning, they seem to be set against the idea. Something about one baby being enough, I think. As payback, I intend to teach their little one all sorts of crude American phrases and gestures once I get my hands on him/her. Because I'm evil like that.

Second, I broke down and bought a PS2 a few weeks ago. Ideal timing since my cable went out last weekend, so I've been traveling in the land of Final Fantasy X. Unfortunately I've come up against a brick wall, stupid, evil boss monster who won't die for me and whose very existance adds frustration to my normally oh,so,placid life. Anyone with hints on how to beat the third Maester Seymour should send them my way. Immediately.

And by the way - what's with the Final Fantasy series anymore? There used to be some game in those games between the 9-hour cut scenes. At this rate, FFXV will be one long cut-scene that you simply click your way through.

What else? The cats are fine. Dante is currently lying at my feet, staring at the tile beneath him, and trying to figure out how to eat the entire floor. Chet is bathing - a trick I wish he'd teach to Dante, but I'm not holding out high hopes.

And as I'm a bit linky today, I'll give you some current interesting or amusing visits on my favorites list:

Hoont!
I intend to win this
Bookslut!

Enjoy :)

If I'm never heard from again, assume I've been impaled by the underwire in my bra. It's trying to kill me. It has the skill. It has the talent. And I'm afraid it just might win by the end of the day.

I looked down at my items slowly moving along the "10 items or less!" conveyor belt. Four boxes of Smart Ones frozen entrees (four for seven dollars with my Randall's card!) and one People magazine.

Life does not get much more rockstar than mine, folks.

While I actually have a longer piece in my head to discuss based on memories, writing, and publicly admitting to the stupid moments of our past, I just have to take a moment to bounce around and point out that my taxes are done. Done. Finished. Sent to the IRS. Filed. This is only monumental if you know me. I have never in my entire life managed to do my taxes before April, and in general, rarely make it by the 15th. But yet here it is, January 14th. And I'm filed and done.

And yes, it probably has less to do with my suddenly becoming organized than the fact that I'm getting a refund.

Chetty update - the vet is almost positive its a reaction to an allergy shot Chet got a month ago as it's in the location he received that shot. And its not in the location he gets vaccinations - which would have been a bad sign. And its shape is pretty symetrical, which is also a positive sign. So he wants me to keep an eye on it for 6 weeks, and if it isn't markedly smaller after 6 weeks, then we'll start to worry it may be something else.

Meanwhile, in my overwhelming relief, I nearly leapt across the table to smooch the vet. :)

Last night while rolling a purring ball of orange fur around on the couch, I found a lump behind Chet's shoulder. Today we go into the vet to discuss it. Unfortunately, nothing I've managed to find on the web about lumps in cats gives me reason not to worry.