Before you get too excited, I:
1. Spent $180 dollars at diapers.com for 2 cases of diapers, 2 cases of wipes, and some frou-frou organic baby shampoo. Damn daycare – why do they have to change the babies so often?
[I’m a whore cheap. If you get baby stuff from them for the first time, and you use my referral code, you get $5 off and I get a credit towards my next order. It’s MASH5183, in case you’re interested]
2. Registered at the last minute for my high school reunion, despite my failure to lose 20 pounds beforehand. I’m feeling a little queasy right now…
3. Lost my facebook virginity. I may very well have been the last remaining person on earth in my age and socioeconomic bracket who was not signed up on facebook. Like I needed another way to waste time online.
I told you it was boring.
A few months ago I got a new meter from OneT@uch that replaces the BD one that talks to my pump.
I promptly filed it in the bathroom cabinet o’ diabetes supplies, as I have enough strips for the BD meter to last at least until the Cubs win the World Series the end of time.
I hauled it out last night after realizing that I left Old Faithful on my desk at work. Amongst all the new meter swag was a vial of 10 strips (WOW! I AM OVERWHELMED BY GENEROSITY) and a coupon for a free gift.
You all know I love free stuff. I got all excited. What would it be? A faux leather case for OneTouchie? A skin for the meter to match my pump? With great enthusiasm, I tore open the offer.
My friends, it was a coupon for twenty free lancets.
WHOO FUCKING HOO.
Have these people never heard of daylight savings time?
p.s. Some serious P’ito cuteness over in Flickrville… comment on the pictures and encourage me to post more of them 😉
This post is for Kerri, who is off gettin’ married. A big congratulations to Kerri, Chris & the indomitable Siah Sausage. For their newlywed edification, I present the following scene from married life:
The Scene: Pili is reading aloud to me from Yet Another Stupid Parenting (YASP) Magazine Article about the keys to a happy marriage, P’ito is standing on the bench in the breakfast nook next to her.
YASP: We sneak away for dinner or for some “us time” in the bedroom
Me: “Us time in the bedroom?” Why don’t they just say UH-UH-UH-UH! (punctuated with appropriate Elvis-like pelvic motions)
P’ito: UH-UH-UH-UH! (pelvic thrusts)
Pili: I hope he doesn’t do that at daycare.
Me: (insert maniacal giggles)
Pili, sighing: You’re going to blog about this, aren’t you?