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Okay, to start:

Grampa's staying in the hospital another night. They had a slew of tests scheduled, and had just taken him away for the first one when I called mom at... whenever the hell I called her. Noonish, I think. They're thinking it was actually a TIA, but there does seem to be something wonky going on with his liver, so yay for more tests. Yesterday he was in good spirits, cutting up, and just generally being a laugh riot. Apparently today he's lucid and crabby, and has bitched out at least one nurse. IF ANYONE ON MY F-LIST IS IN THE NURSING PROFESSION, YOU HAVE MY UNENDING RESPECT AND GRATITUDE FOR PUTTING UP WITH CRANKY OLD MEN LIKE MY GRANDFATHER. Oh, god why, Grampa. Why. (I only heard a portion of what he said to this poor woman, and I just. Oh god. What. Grampa. Grampa. God damn it, Grampa.)

Now the rest (love my bullet points. LOVE THEM):

Holy crap, so tired. Quite literally running around all day, from about 8 AM to... well, damn. 8 PM. Go me.
chash is made of spicy awesome. I love you, okay. LOVE. "But not the gayest thing a guy could ask you to do." Just. Love.

YUM (TOMATO BASIL SOUP I LOVE YOU TOO.)

I really should not be allowed to shop at produce markets by myself. Because today I had carry-out help. As in, could not carry out all my produce by myself.

I bought a pinot noir rose wine today, called "Pink Floyd." Could not resist it, shut up.

Holy monkey jebus, the car needs a tune-up. (ALMOST STALLING OUT AT A RED LIGHT IS NOT FUN TIMES.)

Can anyone recommend a good natural peanut butter? One that does not, as my darling husband so eloquently puts it, "taste like ass"?

I recently rediscovered my Furuba soundtrack, and listened to it while I was driving all over hell's half-acre today. I'd forgotten how much I love it. So soothing. ♥