Here We Go

H and I are off to The Doctor of Internal Medicine today for the dreaded chemical stress test.

H would rather run off to Reno or Vegas, Thelma and Louise-style.

Only involving an airplane and first class . . .

I don't think The Husband would appreciate it very much, unless he could go, too, effectively ruining the dynamic. We will probably just go to The Doctor.

And shopping -- the personal seedless watermelons that were on sale today turned out to be the size of a cantaloupe ("personal size" was a hint), so she still needs a watermelon.

I am taking the Gameboy again, and may try to teach the little old ladies to play Zoo Keeper.

At least one of us will have fun . . .