Laughter Will Kill Ya

So it's all warm on the northwestern front, with the new household and all. But boredom is still a pain, it's making me evil. However, domestic bliss prevails, when one time in bed I was laughing so hard that I lost my balance on the edge and fell four feet down. We have a sleigh bed I believe fr Pottery Barn, which is really high and nice, I got the old tease of needing a footstool just to go to sleep. So, as i said before imagine me falling down but this time there is no floor but a cardboard box full of stuff from my last move. I landed smack down on the corner of the box hard. It has funniest video potential but man my hip hurts. Now I'm afraid to get nightmares from this bed. That and I have to work on coordinating blanket hugging with hubby, seems we got a competition running...

I am officially lugging my new name. Imagine the power of the law doing that for you. Even though I never felt any different something significant has happened...like for the second time another person thought I was Chinese, I wonder if somehow I zapped their eyesight for a few seconds. And also a couple of Indian women asking me if I knew a ballet dancer for hire. I said I know some but then I second thought it and asked again, they were asking for a belly dancer. I mighta resembled an agent but then why would a couple of ladies spend their government hours asking taxpayers for an exotic dancer. So, I politely told them to look it up on the yellow pages, under the headline 'entertainer'. And assuming they have not heard of the wonderful thing called 'internet' I subtly suggested that as well.