Everyone who wants a good laugh needs to watch the old movie, You Can't Take It With You, starring Jean Arthur, Jimmy Stewart, Lionel Barrymore and a host of hysterically funny actors. Mike and I laughed out loud throughout. Boy, they sure don't make movies like they used to, and I mean that.

Well, so I only paid $24 to see that DVD, courtesy of NetFlix. I will have to cancel my membership because we can't seem to sit down and watch a movie, I think it took us 10 weeks to watch You Can't Take It With You. Well, you know what I mean, it was not a bargain, not the way we're exercising our membership. It's been sitting in the spittoon Mike gave me for Christmas, on the kitchen counter, lo, these many months.

Okay, I'm wondering when I am going to give up blogetting and get back to blogging. When the spirit moves, I guess. Last night I was stuffed to the gills with Evos steakburger, large fries ('cause the fries were in the oven and not ready and I had to wait forever and a day, fast food, you know, so they offered to upsize as a peace offering) and a chocolate milkshake and a chocolate chip cookie, big. So when I tried to go to sleep, I was so full I couldn't catch a deep breath. This sent me into a mini-panic and then I had disturbing visions of starting a sinus infection. All this meant that I couldn't sleep and so, to take my mind off the panic, I unearthed my foot sander and learned how to work that. I bought it a couple years ago when I took my MIL to buy a smoking jacket. It was drastically on sale, for like 5 bucks. A foot model (something I never have to worry about being) was bragging on the package how she gets pedicures every month but uses this gadget in-between and really depended on it to keep her feet smooth as silk and photo ready. Well, I stuffed it in a drawer at home because reading the directions seemed like a bummer. But last night was the night and I sanded away. For once I didn't overdo it, I erred on the side of brevity. Figured I had enough problemas without skinning my feet to the bone.

At the end you massage some exotic cream into your feet, with ginger in it, or something.

So, finally, my stomach eased away from my lungs and I fell asleep, at 5:45 AM, when Mike and Jazzi started their day. Yep, I'm hopeless.

Carlos Pena, my favorite Rays player, just hit his 7th homerun in 6 consecutive games, a club record. This is so neat because he had been in a total slump. Everyone loves Carlos! He got a curtain call when he hit a grand slam the other night. Mike is surprised that I know baseball statistics so well now, better than Mike himself.

Homely footed KEM, but at least SMOOTH homely footed

P.S. I noticed that I cannot spell exercise to save my life. I also cannot make myself exercise to save my life. There must be some sort of correlation going on here. P.P.S. I was informed that a man who suffered from regular sinus infections found a cure in the form of drinking a glass of water with a tablespoon or two of Paul Bragg's apple cider vinegar stirred in. Morning and night he does this. Vinegar makes me scrape my teeth together, which is better than recurrent sinus infections.