- Home Invasion! (Michael Buble)

Oh, don't panic - it's not that kind of home invasion - it was . . . Liliana and her Film Crew! Eeek!! They came! They invaded our house with their stuff! They took over! Devastation! It was a madhouse! Equipment everywhere! Squished into every nook and cranny! It was chaos!  Such fun!

They were in the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom . . . okay, they used the bathroom but they didn't actually take it over . . . but they did take over the den . . .

Good grief, how much equipment does any one crew need? Lights, cameras, boom mic, stands, gig bags . . . it doesn't seem like that much stuff when we're somewhere else, but when they invade your home . . . well, that's another matter.

Of course, Timmy was absolutely terrified. He came from the bedroom, saw them, and raced for the back gallery where he hid for, like, five hours. He was beside himself. It was the CTV affair all over again, but far worse. 

This crew stayed most of the day. They ate, they drank, they filmed; then they had a wild party and trashed the place afterward like Mick Jagger & The Rolling Stones, leaving beer bottles and Johnny Walkers all over the living room. Oops, there's my Drama Queen tendencies surfacing again . . .

Liliana was hoping to film Timmy a bit but there's no way that was going to happen. So we did some general scenes, like me doing my blog . . .

. . . and looking through my photo album whilst curled up beside the fake fireplace . . .

. . . and other exciting stuff like that.

My pal Angie came over because Liliana thought it would be fun if I had a friend here; someone I could do a comedy routine for, so she and I had a chat at the kitchen table and I did some impersonations for her, like my old-lady-in-a-chemo-turban routine:

. . . and my little kid routine . . .

So thanks, Angie, for coming over and helping us out with the shoot!

Well, the after-effects of Chemo #2 that I told you I experienced last weekend wore off by Monday afternoon, so that was good. My head cleared and I felt normal again. The past two days, I wouldn't even know I was on chemo. Yay!

Today I also I spoke to my cutie-pie Oncologist Dr. Cohen (who hates the very thought of being on film and hid from the film crew last time they were at the hospital - well, he didn't exactly hide, but anyways...) on the phone, and apparently my bone scan was normal.

There is a spot on the spine, but they'll just watch it to make sure it doesn't grow. It's probably just a shadow or a mysterious Sci-Fi creature living inside my back or something - nothing to worry about.

It's been so busy lately that I realize I haven't written anything terribly deep here on my bloggy-blog for quite some time, so I'm going to have to put my pretty little head to work and come up with something profound before you all get bored and find someone else's blog to follow.

Wouldn't that be a tragedy if I was sitting here blogging to absolutely no-one? How pathetic would that be???

Anyways, until I think of something deep to say, why don't you watch this video by Superman Michael Buble - HE'S CANADIAN, YOU KNOW!!! HA!!!

And have a wonderful evening and a super-duper rest-of-the-week!

We love you, Michael!! You rock, Mr. Canadian-Singer-Person!!!

Love to you all,

Wendy