Sunday, May 16, 2010

News You Can Use

Howz tricks mrpeenee, you ask?

Well, let's see,

I plunge into the next week faced with a nonstop barrage of parties (business parties, get real.) I will only be at home long enough each day to sleep before hurling myself into the next round of shaking hands and making small talk while my naturally soft voice dwindles into a Kathleen Turner-like rasp.

R man's chemo therapy is going OK, but he's very easily tired and recently developed a throat and mouth infection called thrush that is painful. Fortunately, he was smart enough to score the drugs to combat it early on, so hopefully it will have its wee little dick knocked in the dirt shortly. The waiting room in chemo land continues to irritate me, although they do have very nice candy there.

My face has decided it would like to be 15 again and has broken out all over the fucking place. My doctor has declared it stress related. Certainly it has caused plenty of stress and made shaving a blood sport.

Our charming friends Professor Puffy Pants and Denden are visiting and I have only yelled at everyone once. I think. They don't care because they love us and besides, they're used to me.

The people I work with are lazy, fat headed, idiotic slugs, but what's new about that?

We went to a charming french-y restaurant for lunch yesterday spoiled only by the fact they played Stevie Wonder's Isn't She Lovely four times. I was starting to twitch by the time we left. In other music related news, I frequently wake up with songs playing in my head. That sounds more precious than it is, and I suppose it's better than voices, but sometimes it's songs I like and sometimes it's the hits from some crappy jukebox. One time it was Close to You. Oy. This morning, luckily, it was the dulcet tones of Miss Julie London covering My Heart Belongs to Daddy.

Best of all, our fabulous, fabulous couch has FINALLY arrived. Photographic proof provided below. We're both wild for it, me because it's so lovely, R Man because it's basically a big bed in the middle of our living room. Yays all around.


  1. Congrats on the sofa, and The Man doing okay. Also, I hasten to add that in addition to having a naturally soft voice, you also have naturally soft hands. So I've heard. Those houseboys talk, you know.

  2. A bed in the living room, a 15 year old face and Kathleen Turner's voice?

  3. Love that couch.
    And i agree with RMan...big bed in the living room is a win-win!

  4. That couch certainly says modern luxury. Me likey! Thanks for sharing R Man's progress, too.

    RE: skin problem; just wear skinny jeans, Converse and carry a backpack, dude...for a whole NEW you! (skateboard optional)

  5. “...before hurling myself into the next round of shaking hands and making small talk while my naturally soft voice dwindles into a Kathleen Turner-like rasp.”

    I suggest lots of sanitizer for your hands and your throat, but look on the bright side, having a raspy voice when you wake up will make doing a Julie London impression all that much more convincing.

    P.S. I hope R Man starts to feeling better soon, sleeping in a mask of toothpaste will clear up that acne, and the couch is awesome.

  6. Hope you are both feeling better soon. FABULOUS couch, Mr. P. Oh, and nice pussy.

  7. Now that is a damn couch. good for you having the patience to wait for it. Make sure hubby feels faint on it, cuz it is just waiting for someone to swoon on it. Keep strong, and misbehave a little - i find it helps the stress. really - try it and see.

  8. Just a thought. No cake on the new couch, and think about scotchguarding the cat. just sayin'

  9. That is the very last word in couchery. I'm desperate for it.

  10. Did someone mention CAKE?

    *restrains self from providing cake know the one*

  11. Hope you've recovered from the week. . . or will soon. Watercress sammiches were a huge hit. Can't wait to lounge on the couch . . . and can't wait to see you and R-Man!

  12. excellent taste, the sofa is perfect.

  13. Love the lounge. Covet your chesterfield. Desire your davenport. But mostly happy to know that RMan is getting good drugs.

    Just remember - work parties are a lot like losing your hyman in Victorian England. Mothers advised their daughters to think of something larger than the debauchery of it all: "Think about the British Empire."


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