Then we watched Craig Ferguson's "A Wee Bit O' Revolution" on DVD, and that made things much better.
Wednesday was bad for HSH—he was extremely nauseated all day (not like the mild nausea he's had since the first chemo treatment), and he decided the time had come to shave his head, which was really hard for him. In the "mixed" category, he started suffering from hiccups, which almost seems like vindication for the rest of the family because he has previously only ever had one "Hic" and then been done. Seriously. And would insist that people who got "stuck" on them were weird. Now he knows!
Now, on the fun side, have some links:
Barb posted this last night, misheard Pearl Jam lyrics, which just killed me. Heathen toads! Little gnome! By the halfway point, the fake lyrics sound just as authentic as the real ones. ;)
And an office friend sent me links for some temporary tattoos for poor HSH's head (Macho Literary tattoos) at the Archie McPhee website. You've got to love a place that has a link for "Our Weirdest Stuff," and you KNOW I clicked the Zombies & Monsters link (the cubicle zombie! The baby Godzilla! The t-shirt!). This is the place for all your gag-gift needs, whether it's an Emergency Yodel Button, a pair of Remote-Control, Hopping, Yodelling Lederhosen (who doesn't need one of THOSE?), or a Stress Freud.
So much weirdness, so little time!