Just 2 hours ago, I saw BG playing with my atm card. She was rubbing it with one ref magnet of the same size. I panicked. You see, I don’t have any cash on my wallet. Immediately, I went to the nearest machine. It’s a relief to know that the card was working just fine.

So I head off to have my foot spa and pedicure. I wanted some form of relaxation. If only I could afford Vegas vacations at this time of the year.

Anyway, my favorite foot specialist comes to work only in the afternoon. And since my only spare time is during lunch, I had no choice but to try another. Argh!!! It was a waste of money, she did everything in a hurry. She didn’t even massage my feet/legs. And worst, she had put that red liquid (merthiolate) under my feet and on my nails!!! Duh?! Who uses that thing these days?

It wasn’t relaxing at all!

Hubby asked me if it’s ok with me that he attends the Maxim show. (Note: Maxim is a competition of FHM) Yes, it may sound like he was asking for my permission but actually, he was just making sure I won’t get mad or anything when he gets back. (Wise guy huh?)

I told him to go ahead. He asked me again if I’m sure. I said yes, I am, but he should take pictures so I can blog about it.

Anyway, as I was researching on air o swiss humidifiers, at around 11pm, he called me telling me he’s on his way home. I wondered why so early but saved my questions later just to make sure he drives without the distraction.

As it turned out, they found the show so boring. I told him they should have waited longer ‘coz of course the gorgeous ones will only come out in the latter part of the show. He said, “Nah… we were too sleepy and bored, we opted to just eat at Rufo’s”

Geez, is my husband too stressed out or what?

My sister’s fiancee needs blood transfusion. His blood type is the same as hubby’s, my mom’s and mine. I told my sister hubby couldn’t possibly donate because he lacked sleep since Monday. And I told her I can donate but I’m way to afraid to do so. She told me I’d be the last resort and that 3 of their friends are coming over to donate.

But it turned out, the 3 didn’t pass the blood test. Yikes! I remember my dad always catching a cold right after he donates blood. He said his immune system is weak after. Since, I will be getting a certification exam this Thursday and I need to be on my healthiest mind, I told my sister I can donate on Thursday afternoon. But she said, they need it tomorrow.

Anyway, she told me they’d try to find others who could donate and again, I’d be the last resort. Honestly, I would love to donate. I think it would be fulfilling to be able to help. Well, let’s see what happens.

Oh, hubby asked me, “do you think you’ll pass the blood test when you sleep at 3am almost everyday?” Hmmm….