Blogging from bed

So. I went to my general praticioner and he prescribed not one, but two cortisone shots to the butt, some prescribed anti-itch cream, and I am self medicating with Benadryl. I am awake with two World Cup matches droning vuvazela-style in the background. It is hard to focus on any one thing, including internet surfing, but I am just as happy as a clam for not feeling like a total itch. If I didnt't feel like I was dreaming and didn't have this low-grade fever, I'd feel like a perfect 11. I really want to go swimming!

Since that is completely out of the question, I will tell you how I dreamed of making a huge online order from Laduree. I even felt guilty in my dream about the money spent! I woke up wishing it was real and true, though. If ATM and I, if money was not an option, oh, how we would have the most beautiful cake and pastries at our wedding party. Have you ever had a macaron? Maybe I will order a little box for me and my lovely friends.

We've had indoor weekends because June decided to become August as far as heat goes. Triple digits. The only reason to be outside is to water the plants and pluck blueberries and I am so off that right now. We are trying to keep weekends simple (cheap), but fun. I mean, we DO need to save money for vacation in NYC! Thankfully we've got the World Cup to occupy our time. And Wimbledon. And soon the Tour de France.

Watching the first US match v. England:

The ring that ATM gave me:

LP, sweet pea!