  Hey ladies, one last posting before tomorrow. I got the house cleaned, the laundry done, and enough meals prepared for the next 4 days. My mom is going to come help with the girls. It shouldn't be so bad since they're in school from 8 to 3. I'm struggling with the no food or drink after midnight thing. I'm not hungry or thirsty right now, but I know as soon as midnight strikes, I'm going to feel like I've been on a hunger strike.
Even though the surgery is scheduled for 9 in the morning, you know I won't go in until almost 4 in the afternoon. I swear doctors run on a different time schedule. I was cooking dinner tonight, pepperoni pizza, ceasar salad, and peach cobbler (copies of my cookbook can be picked up in the lobby after the show), and Sarah comes up to me, hands me the lever from the toilet and walks away. I just stood there looking at it trying to figure out if I really wanted to go look at the bathroom or just pretend nothing happened. I gave in to curiosity. No major problem. The arm that links the end of the chain to the handle broke at the handle. About a $5 and 25 minute repair job. Right now I've got the girls' rubber duckie tied to the end of the chain so all you have to do to flush is pull the duckie out of the water. The girls think this is a riot and have been flushing the toilet all night. Sherry, I feel your closet pain.
Just got finished cleaning out the girls' outgrown clothes and shoes so all their new stuff will fit. Now I've got three boxes. One of clothes Jay will grow into, one of clothes to go to the consignment store and one of things too torn and stained to go anywhere but the dumpster. I gave up on the skinny clothes. Right now, all I've got is fat, fatter and fattest. I am down to a 16 for the first time in 8 years.
Celebrated with peach cobbler a la mode. Something is seriously wrong. Melissa, you would have loved to do my wedding. I was oblivious. I watch the video and see the whole thing for the first time. I bet you're a very inventive photographer. Is it me, or are all wedding pictures pretty much the same? Jan, please feel free to e-mail me anything you want, Royapple4@AOL.com. I have no inside info about any piercings anywhere on Mr. Smith's body. Just my active imagination running into overtime. I stumbled across an interesting site late last night. I'd tell you about it, but I don't want those outside our little group wondering why the words "Shepard Smith" and "bulge" attracted my attention at 1 a.m. By the way, I've decided that I prefer schizo to sick.
There are tons of sick people in prison, but they go a little easier on you if you have a legitimate psychological illness. It might be "our" get out of jail free card. Well, long day and long night, better put it up and get to bed. Maybe if I get to sleep before midnight, the no food thing won't bother me as much. Ya'll have a good one and I'll be back Thursday or Friday. 
