No more biscuits and gravy

Gary went to the doctor yesterday and his blood pressure and triglycerides were sky high so I'm trying not to freak out over that. At least his EKG came back normal, but they are going to do a stress test on him next week. They have him on medication now which makes him feel like crud, but it's better than him kicking the bucket. We're both going to have to quit smoking no ifs ands or butts about it. That's the hardest thing, but I personally like living. I'm also trying to learn how to cook healthy but so far most of what I turned out is only marginally edible. Gary must madly deeply love me because he didn't run away screaming after the pitiful breakfast I attempted to make him this morning. It's only been a couple of days though, and at this point my cooking skills can only improve. I just wish that bacon, gravy and real butter didn't taste so good.

I've been on vacation this week and have been mostly cleaning and organizing the house. I've also been able to do a little bit of loafing so the entire week has not been wasted. I took Daniel to my work Monday for breakfast. He's been wanting to go to my work for ever but I haven't had the opportunity or excuse since He's started school so I had to make up one. We had a lot of fun and he got to see my cubicle and admire the view from the fifth floor. For once he didn't run around like a maniac and he even used all his utensils when he ate. The cafeteria manager likes him, probably because Daniel gave him a million complements on the breakfast but he was cute.
Lea Anna and I went to lunch yesterday and went browsed through Toys R Us. She announced to our waiter with an angelic smile on her face "I Farted!" All I could say was "Don't mind her, She has a six year old brother". She tried real hard to con me into a dolly at the toy store. I kept telling her no, and she'd say "can we get one tomorrow?" ... "No" ... "can we get one Tuesday?"... "No"... can we get one Thursday?" AGGGH!!