You guys are awful nice.

I am loathe to post full-body pictures of myself, because well, I’m a chubby girl, and I have Issues, and it is Hard, but you were all very very nice, and thank you.

So.

The J-Man’s test results came back, and after all the drinking of barium and stabbing of little arms, nothing much was found. His stomach X-rays were fine, and his blood was fine.

The only thing that came up was a little blood in his urine, which I am not really that worried about because he was sick during the time he had the tests, and he probably had a low-grade infection. I am taking him in today for a repeat urinalysis to make sure that it isn’t still there.

The kid was actually complaining about having to go pee in a cup again, and I put the kibbosh on that quickly. Don’t complain to ME about peeing in a cup when you have an outward-sticking appendage, Mister. Not cool. It’s as easy as it can get for You.

“Well, how do YOU pee in a cup?” he asked.

“Just trust me when I tell you that there’s a lot going on down there, and that it isn’t as easy as just standing up and letting fly.”

“Gross.”

“Keep that in mind as you enter puberty.”

I really prefer him to think that women are as mysterious and as disgusting as possible. THAT’LL prevent pre-marital sex!

Right.

In other news, I purged about half of my shoes yesterday and am giving most of them to friends and to charity, but I will be selling a few designer pairs (and some Docs, including the gorgeous cherry-red patent leather ones) on eBay. I will let you all know when this is about to happen, so that you may get the jump on the sale, because I have some very very nice, very rarely worn shoes, sized 8 to 8 1/2 (mostly 8 1/2).

It was actually a lot easier than I thought, purging the shoes. I had a lot of seriously chunky-heeled baked-potato-like shoes that really needed to go because they have not been in style since the early nineties, and I had a lot that were just plain uncomfortable.

I still kept too many for my mother’s taste (about forty pairs). She is still threatening to take a big box of them and donate them to Amvets without my knowledge, but if she does that I am going to take her collection of fleecy sweatshirts and burn them.

This is war.

I also went through my beads. Are you familiar with those giant hardware store containers with drawers that are meant to house little nuts and bolts? I had three of these, each one about three feet tall, filled with thousands of beads. Yesterday I took every single bead out of every single one of those drawers and put them into teeny little Ziploc baggies.

That took about two hours, and was enough to cause a head-busting migraine, but it felt good, and there is really no room for the storage containers at the new house, so I’m going to have to make do with the giant bag of baggies.

It will make jewelry making a lot more difficult, to be sure, so I am going to have to figure out a system.

In still other news, it is apparently Visit Jen Week up in here, and I have been lucky enough to host both an old high school friend and my old roommate (both pregnant) this week. It’s been a slice to sit around and catch up. Tonight my friend V. is coming over to spend the night and watch movies, and tomorrow morning we are going to brunch with a load of old friends, where we will probably get unreasonably intoxicated on mimosas and cause quite a stink.

All in all it’s shaping up to be a good weekend.

Hope you have one, too.

Happy Weekend.

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