My right ovary feels weird.
Now there's a sentence you will never hear a man saying, even if you substitute "ball" for "ovary."
Still, it is not preventing me from enjoying the balmy, HIGHLY unseasonably warm weather we've had the last few days. I am jonesing for spring the way Andrew Zimmern joneses for a still-beating animal heart to consume on television.
Since I'm all in a spring state of mind and feeling a bit better, I am looking forward to actually leaving the house once in awhile to participate in entertaining events. Unfortunately, the two most-wanted activities on my List O'Fun have been thwarted: A Prairie Home Companion at the Fox Cities PAC, and Flight of the Conchords in Milwaukee.
Urgh. I feel like a Jeopardy contestant with a lazy thumb. (Damn you speedy ticket buyers!!) I did find a few sites where I could buy tickets for the Flight show at massively inflated prices, but didn't those a-holes get the memo that the economy is in the shitter? So, instead we're going to Whad'ya Know ("Not much! You?") with Michael Feldman on March 28. Five bucks a ticket. I'll try to get on the show, so listen in!!
I also get to spend this weekend with my nephew, who is more fun than a barrel of gravy-scented wombats. He will probably kick me in the shins if I still can't play horsey-ride-on-the-knee with him by then, so fingers crossed I escape his adorable, disappointed wrath.
Heal little ovary, heal! Stay AWAY from the light!
While my lady bits are healing, I will continue to meet with awesome book clubs like the one below. (I am the sickly-looking one in the middle.)