Yesterday was a busy day. Typical day in New England.. it snowed but that wasnt going to stop me. I went for my 2nd fill. I had one three weeks ago that didnt do much for me after the first few days of it. I saw the PA. He couldnt find my port. He's in me with the needle just digging and pushing and holy hell it hurt. He gave me 4cc's of saline instead of 2. He said if I can still eat, to call in a week. So far, I'm not hungry but I can still eat.

Then I got a hair cut and an eyebrow wax. I dont know what hurt more, the fill or the waxing. I am so blond and so fair that people just say, "what eyebrows?" I had it done almost 2 years ago so I figured I was due.

Then hubby and I went to the parents to clean their snow, then to the flea market but there want anything good going on there.

We finally come home and the girl who I have been chatting with about taking her Chihuahua for my parents contacts me and says, we can meet in an hour at walmart. Okay. So, we have been talking about the dog, the dog, the dog, then she throws in the words adoption fee. UGH. So she's asking 160. I've already gotten my parents interested in the dog. Hubby is freaking out but I agree to it and we are on our way to the bank and to walmart. The dog is so beautiful and made my dad happy instantly. It was well worth it.

I went to bed early last night but was up in the middle of the night. I am up early for a Sunday but I have stuff to do today. So far my cup of tea is keeping me satisfied. Psychologically though, I want something to chew on.

Allrighty.. I am off and running like a turtle.