Happy Halloween from my Frankenboob!

A long day. I am amazed that I made it this far... still underslept from last week. But my girl and I did a tiny bit of trick or treating after an appointment, just on the walk home. Enough candy to make her happy, and not too much to turn her into a sugar maniac. In fact, she had 3 pieces. After all, it was taco night. And hubs makes great tacos!

I, however, am a hormonal freakazoid.

Never mind that I dipped well below my "target" weight yesterday for my oncology appointment... (ok, a pound, but that's a lot and in territory I never see) I could NOT stop eating today. Theoretically, I have PMS. But on the meds? Who knows. Woke up 2 lbs. heavier today, so we'll see what happens tomorrow. Taco night, candy rejects from her loot... starving but holding it together.

It's amazing how a woman can eat, more than usual, and her hormones make her tummy rumble like Pooh...

But, there ya have it. Also, Pooh should consider wearing at least some undies. Nothing to see here...

I feel like I'm in an awful funk. Not the funky dancing kind. A "BLAH" funk. Hubs and I are hoping for date night tomorrow before his gig. I would go, but have an early train to a gig myself in the morning. But, we need time to enjoy a meal that someone else cooks, in a restaurant, perhaps dressed cute, away from home where there's always something to take care of. 

We need to take care of us. 

It's been super busy, our careers are at a great place, but we need our heads and our hearts to rock as well.