Rebound

It is amazing what a good night's sleep can do for your psyche! Mr. Whoo took toddler duty this morning so that I could sleep in, and what a difference it has made. I set off for the hospital around 10:30 this morning, and on my way in to the building, I was stopped by two different people, both of whom made the brilliant observation that I "sure {am} at the hospital a lot!" Natch. "It's my home away from home," I snarked back, realizing the painful veracity of that statement. I got all three of my patients seen and set up for discharge home. I pumped the nurses for info about a high falutin' dress store and got a recommendation from one of the day shift nurses. She is outspoken and blunt and pretty hardcore, but she's a really wonderful nurse. Her clinical instincts are consistently spot on, and I trust her completely with labor assessments. Have I mentioned recently how much I love nurses? Because I do. Nurses are great! She must like me, because she even looked up the phone number to the shop, called them to ask their hours, and told me the directions to get there! Her dress shop instincts are every bit as good as her clinical instincts. I walked into the store, got directed to dresses in my (gigantic) size, and picked a dress off the rack within 10 minutes. I think it will be perfect. It is a long black gown with a beaded detail bodice, spaghetti straps and a shoulder wrap. It is an A-line shape, which hides all of the post-baby body lumps and ever-present chunky thighs. I think I may be a bit pasty in it (read, white as a sheet) but all-in-all it fits well, is appropriate, and I feel pretty wearing it. (This is an accomplishment, folks!) I still have to get it taken in and tailored (I am pear-shaped and short!) so it's not completely done yet. As for the second wedding's dress, I think I am going to wait until I get down to Florida to buy it, since all of the fashions here are not going to be appropriate for an evening wedding on the beach! Even though I'm hating my body right now, it's nice to know that I can still look pretty. Even with all of the food debauchery this week, I'm only up one pound. Go me. Break out the pizza rolls to celebrate! (Just kidding....?)

In other exciting news in my life, I have discovered yet another fabulous time suck. Fish Tycoon. Most addictive game I've played since SimCity. Yes, I am one of those people who would get up at 3 am to see if I had enough money to buy a park and build a subway. Essentially you buy fish and breed them and sell them and furnish your aquarium with cool decorations. The object is to breed seven magical fish, and let me just tell you that I am a fish breeding master. Between myself and Mr. Whoo, we have found four of the seven so far. (Big geek = me.) The bad thing about the game is that it runs even when you aren't playing it, so if you don't feed your fish for so long, they get hungry and die! It's a good thing that I never had an inclination to try drugs, because I think that I may have an addictive personality. I may be one of the only people on whom the "Say no to Drugs" campaign truly worked. So today, between finding a dress, playing with virtual fish, and lots of good college football on TV, I am, once again, a happy camper. I'm updating my blog roll with a couple of new sites. Check them out, and thanks for stopping in and reading my mindless drivel. Now if I could just get started on the laundry...