Giant Chew Toy, It Is Not.

Bullet points are my friends.

• There's nothing quite like getting a haircut and blowdry at a salon to make me feel like I'm living in a hair commercial. I might have indulgently (and obnoxiously?) swung my hair around just a wee bit at the grocery store before I headed home on Saturday.
• The diabetes gods will always ensure that no matter where I put a new infusion site, Aaron will snag it while hugging me. And that I will reflexively respond, "It's okay!!", while trying to mask the wincing.
• The JDRF had a live webcast last week on glucose-responsive (or "smart", as it's otherwise known) insulin - if you missed it, you can watch the archived version here.
• Several awesome people with diabetes will be convening this coming weekend in Kansas City (there's a NYC meet-up, too), and I am beyond excited to see everyone - and meet some face-to-face for the first time! Also, I will get to prove that my husband is a real person, as this is only the second DOC meetup he's been able to attend with me. ;)  I'll be tweeting as much as I can remember to over the weekend. (Sometimes it's hard to remember - I'd rather live the moment and talk about it later, you know?)
• Billy - your brand new dog bed is not a giant chew toy. STOP IT. (P.S. Thanks for the snuggles this morning; you make Mondays just that much more bearable. Or dogable. You're not a bear. Whatever.)