delara, interrupted

Thanksgiving last week was awesome. The fabulous Mr. Farren was in town, and there was much fun had by all. We played DDR Max well into the night with a suspect cast of characters (including Lacey, Myk and Greg) and munched on deeeeee-licious food and desserts, including a 3-layer chocolate mousse I made that was divine. Ah yes, I am still trying to recover my girlish figure.

And then there was seeing The Incredibles - which I ABSOLUTELY LOVED!! I must see it again. And again. And then maybe again. Hanging out Friday night with Nas and Kia (and Mahsa, albeit briefly) was supah fun too. Nice and relaxing. Aaaaahhh.

And then...

I got sick. Again! Just like a couple of months ago. Mid-Sunday afternoon, everything is going well, plans are made to see Polar Express on IMAX in 3-D, and then WHAM!!! This cold/flu thing just slams me. And I'm sick. In a serious way! I haven't been able to breathe through my nose for the past two days. Blech.

And that means that I have some serious catching up to do. In life. At work. With people I love. And on and on.

Well, that will all have to wait just a bit longer. Paulie will have some minor surgery tomorrow (minor as in please don't worry - it's pretty major though) and I will be there to make sure everything is fine. Like I really have any control over that! But I need to be there - for him and for me. I'll keep you posted. The short of it is, in case you are curious or worried and won't be able to sleep without having this info, he's having septoplasty (to correct the deviated septum in his nose), something called a UPP and a tonsilectomy. Yes, those nasty little tonsils are coming out! And we always knew Paul was one of THOSE people... you know, who gets a nose job! Kidding... but it'll all be good. And will hopefully resolve the sleep apnea issues and therefore the (ahem) snoring issues.

So, I'll be in and out of the blogging scene for a while, until something like normalcy reinstates itself in my life. Whatever normal means...