Big news. Kitty has decided to go as a cat for Halloween this year. I haven't seen her costume yet. It's a surprise, but I'm sure it will be fantastic.
















Life is so much better when I feel healthy and like myself again. A good chunk of last week is a blur. I always realize just how bad I feel while sick when I'm finally well again, which gives me a momentary new appreciation for my regular old life. One of the first days I felt better, my friend, Keith, invited me to see Sweet Charity with him. It was so great! He got free tickets from work, and Amy was happy to send me along in her place since she had to go out of town last minute (and isn't in to musicals anyway). A few years back, I went through a see every musical that comes to town phase, but I hadn't been to one in ages. It was a nice treat.

Keith's tickets also got us into the fancy-schmancy Paramount Club, which is a nice private bar/lounge in the theater. A lot of rich older peeps hang out in there, so it felt kind of stiff and stuffy, but I couldn't argue with comfortable seats, private bathrooms, and, most importantly, the yummy appetizers and truffles. That was the first day I really felt like eating anything, so I was pretty excited about the food. Needless to say, I gleefully rushed the mini-buffet straight away. I'm not rich and I'm still young-ish. My lack of refined poshness became apparent when I accidentally flung cheese on the serving table, and the snooty lady watching me from a nearby bench let out a little sound of disapproval. Hmph.

I'm loving Mystery Science Theater right now! It's hi-larious. I've caught it only once or twice before, but Em and I watched an episode the other night, and I saw another one at a zombie movie Halloween party last night. It makes me laugh until my face hurts. I want to have my own MST show, but I don't think the setting will be in space. I can't be a total copier. Must come up with new quirky location. Oh, and I'm really in to my Wayne costume, so I'll tell you right now that I plan to wear it in every episode.

Something strange happened. A boy I met last week said I'm sweet. Yeah. I'm thinking the same thing you are. "Sweet?!? Who thinks she's sweet? Nice enough, sure. Chatty, definitely. Snarkily funny at times, okay. But sweet?" While I think he is very sweet for saying that, I honestly can't remember anyone using that word to describe me before. Not that I can't get on board with it. I'm sure I can start thinking of myself as sweet in no time. It's just the people who know me well who might take some convincing. For starters, I asked my mom over the phone if she thinks I'm sweet, and her response was a moment of silence followed by a chuckle. Not a good sign. Harumph!