Saw our neighbor at the grocery store. She introduced me to her mother, a little old woman who spoke mainly Spanish and reminded me of my Abuelita in that way that all little old women of vaguely Hispanic origin do. She told me that my mother "is beautiful people." I agreed. I love non-English speakers.
Before Valentine's Day, there was a commercial (for KMart jewelry or something equally awful) that was all cutesy and supposed to be romantic... using "99 Red Balloons" as the background music. That hurt my brain. A lot.
Belle gets her stitches out tomorrow. She misses swimming so much, poor thing. We'll both jump in the pool as soon as she gets home, I'm sure, lower temperatures be damned.
Got a ticket today. Apparently my left brake light is dead. Crap. Did not actually panic while the police officer was getting the ticket/infostuff, which is an improvement on the last time I got pulled over (a little over a year and two months ago). Then it was for an expired inspection sticker and I was shaking so hard I almost went off the road after the cop drove away. Spent a lot of time crying that week. It was not a good week - anxiety was really, really bad. This time I just had the shakes for about fifteen minutes. Go go gadget-coping-skills!
I'll do LJ Karaoke if you lot will. >___>