Coming up: Round 6

Last night was another "oooh, lemme try to capture this skyline" experiment. Tonight was "how many washers and dryers can I take over at once?" Tomorrow will be "time to make like a human pincushion" day.


Sunday was "can we possibly eat everything we ordered?" day, also known as Father's Day. My sweetie and I and his parents killed off the appetizers before I remembered to take any photos (oops) but I did capture the entrees at Crown Palace before we attacked: pepper scallops w/ broccoli, mango shrimp (presented artfully inside the mango skins), garlic eggplant, (crispy) orange beef, and roast pork w/ battered chicken & mixed vegetables.

The fortune cookies were amusing, especially mine:
It's late and my mind is boggling (plus, I am tired from battling the mysterious blue stains which appeared post-washing machine, on several items of clothing tonight -- argh) so I will just say that tomorrow is round 6 of my chemo out of 8, and tomorrow night I will go stay at my mom's, so there will be no update until the weekend, as mom's place is a technology-free zone.

Oh, and I plan to get a supershort haircut in the morning, with Stacy Pitt, who did the hair for my friend Margaret's wedding. The giant piles of hair that fall every morning and night when I brush my hair (thank you, chemotherapy) have motivated me to finally try a short haircut, on the theory that it will look less scary to see smaller piles of hair (since they will be shorter strands) -- did I babble about this already? In any case, we'll see if Stacy thinks something like this will be a good idea. I've always wanted to give the pixie cut a whirl...