Thank God February is Almost Dead, Paczki's, and Undies

alright. seriously. longest (well, longest shortest) month of the year. snowy. still. cold. still. dark. still. boring. still. when, oh when will you end?

and to top it all off, i'm still doing this stupid diet thing (down 9.5 lbs total, but no change from last week so i'm bitter) AND i'm giving up chocolate for lent starting wednesday AND it's mardi gras tomorrow and all i want is a *&#%* paczki!!! but the stalin-esque spies on my weight loss team watch me like a hawk, so even if someone brings paczki's to work tomorrow, i can't have any unless i first kill the other 4 members of my team.

i could do that.

i did have a rather funny thing happen today. it's in a sort of warped context, so try to bear with me. i was doing a surgery this morning and things got a bit bloody. not a problem, patient was fine, no emergencies at all, just a bit...oozy. so oozy, in fact, that it oozed through my gown, through my scrubs, and right INTO MY UNDERWEAR. so after the case, i'm in my skivvies in the locker room faced with the dilemma- do i wear underwear soaked with someone else's life juice or do i permit flimsy scrubs to be the only thing standing between my most holies and the rest of the world? i took the commando option but later mentioned my conundrum to a coworker and she very wisely suggested i get a pair of mesh panties, usually reserved for patients post delivery or post-op who need roomy, comfortable, light weight diapers, basically.

and i have to say, they were very comfortable. i might never go back.

february is "responsible pet owner month"