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Another weekend gone. On Thursday night, Gena and I went out for Greek and Lebanese. On Friday night, I spent hours in Super Walmart. Not sure how. I bought my first ever grown-up facial product. My friend's dad is a pharmacist, and he says he can't keep this product on the shelf. I have no idea. I have been dabbing it around my eyes. I am not really sure what it's supposed to do. But if it wants to regenerate them, it's fine by me. I probably might have just as well thrown $17.42 into the toilet, but I figured what the hell. Later that night, I was sitting on the couch watching Coupling (the BBC version, which I can't decide if I like or not, mostly because it might have been ruined by the American version, which I watched and which was so terrible that I can't stop picturing it while watching this version) and Marley went into hot pursuit of a cockroach that was crawling on one of my red chairs. This time, instead of throwing an ice cream cone like I did the last time I completely lost control of a chase situation involving my animals, I threw the TiVo remote, which did not phase her. She got it into her mouth, a sight from which I still have not recovered, and I screamed and flailed and shot it with Raid once she dropped it and then hustled her and Khaki into my bedroom and slammed the door. As it lay there dying, I closed my eyes and threw a paper towel over it and just sat there for a few minutes and tried to decide what to do. I finally opted to sweep it outside, trying to ignore the fact that it would be spreading its germs along its path, but I did it, while "la la la"-ing loudly so I couldn't hear its carcass scrape across the tile. This was all going to work out fine until it would not be swept easily over a t-molding separating my tile from the wood floor in the foyer and the carcass was unsheathed because the paper towel swept quite nicely over the hump and it was wriggling so I just ran outside in my slippers, crossed the street, and knocked on my neighbor's door, and she nicely agreed to come over and pick it up for me. I realize that I am insane and that I might need some serious therapy for this phobia, but I think that when you're afraid of heights, you have to like go stand on the roof of a skyscraper or something and there is no way I am going to confront the roach as my therapy. I just cannot do it. I have no idea how I was able to recently scoop up a dead mouse with a shovel in the backyard but I can't reach over and pick up a dead roach with a paper towel. It makes no sense. I couldn't even let the cats sleep with me that night. I figured that Marley's mouth would clean itself overnight and her saliva would be purged of all roach germs by the next day. 
I woke up on Saturday morning, went to my parents' house to water their plants, and then did my yard. I actually pulled out the weed whacker. Zuko, of course, went berserk and wanted to eat it while I was whacking, and when he'd be too scared to get close enough to eat it, he'd start digging furiously in the dirt instead. Crazy dog. That night, Gena and I went out for Greek and Lebanese again, with her family this time, and consumed stuffed grape leaves, stuffed cabbage rolls, hummos, kibbi, falafel, baba ghanouj, rice pilaf, chicken shwarma, pita bread, salad, lemonade, wine, and baklava. Sunday was Baby Shower Day, which is a recurring theme in my life. I guess it was a success. Everyone loved my cheese ball even though they blanched somewhat mid-chew when I told them the ingredients were powdered sugar, chocolate chips, cream cheese, brown sugar, vanilla, pecans, and a stick of butter. I think I really just keep making it for parties so I can eat it. It is the most decadent thing ever. I was in charge of leading one of the games and tried to feign enthusiasm. 
 After the shower, I headed out to my brother's gig, where he had groupies waving at him and singing along, as usual. He did a great job. It was really hot, and the fans were blowing out mist which just made it hotter because we were sticking to our chairs and our hair was sticking to our necks and faces. It was just mostly really sticky. But it was fun, and we drank beer and ate waffle fries, and we wondered if our sister had made it to Rome yet, and he sang this, and that made my other brother and me really happy.  About this time in ...
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