No photos, but lots of gyno and chili!

Needless to say, I have not yet learned how to upload my photos from my camera to my computer yet. However, I have been taking some photos and yesterday I taught myself how to take little movies with the camera! So I think I can possibly promise a short film of my cat rubbing himself orgasmically all over my purse in the near future.

Today I am going thrifting (I got very little clothing for Christmas and now, of course, I despise all of my outfits), and I expect to have some good blog-fodder there. I'm a little nervous about taking the new car into the bowels of the area under the El, so I might plump for the cavernous Village Thrift in Pennsauken, NJ instead. Wish me luck!

Tomorrow, my lucky ass is going for a hysterosalpingogram, or HSG. Hopefully it will be less painful than the endometrial biopsy I underwent a couple of weeks back. It was disconcerting, to say the least, to see chunks of my uterus lining tissue floating in a specimen cup (the first try was a no-go, so they had to do it 2 times. The pain wasn't awful, but it wasn't fun, either). This time I have been advised to pre-medicate for the "mild cramping" that "some women may experience." Well, at least they don't call it "discomfort," which everyone knows is code for "Oh, my god, get me a morphine drip!"

Also, I am making my special chili today. When I first met my husband, he had a chili recipe from a well-meaning woman friend that was maybe the worst I have ever tasted. I'm not sure if it was the recipe or his rendition of it, but the instructions didn't mention draining the cans of beans. This chili was like a thin, clear soup with beans in it, along with the occasional glob of tomato sauce (sauce! not diced tomatoes or even tomato paste, but sauce. >Shiver!<). No onions. No peppers. Just beans, and sauce. And some chili powder. I had to make him my chili, just to show him how it's done, and since he's pretty food obsessive (maybe even more than I), he was fully won over. It might be safe to say that I plied him with food for the first year of our relationship. That story about the way to a man's heart being through his stomach is true, in this case, which is just how I like it.

Photos of chili TK, too, maybe!