And, so goes life after surgery..

I know, it’s quite around here eh?  Well, that’s what happens when one blogger who talks too much and then uses her fingers to push the information through them has surgery.  And, since the surgery was on my jaws, one would expect that I might be writing more and talking less.  The truth is…I’m not talking that much, I’ve consumed more jello and pudding than should be legal and….well pain pills..I’ve taken a few of those as well.

And, to prevent from embarrassing myself…you know for sending text messages that read like this

“I am medi Ted fo gmmifr. A mimiye”

which I know reads, “I am medicated, give me a minute, lucky for me, that text didn’t go to the intended person…hahhaha

I think we can all agree that it’s best that I don’t go around chatting when “medi Ted fo”.  But, I do wish we lived closer to a TCBY because girlfriend has had all the jello and pudding I can stand…add in some mac and cheese and chicken noodle soup and wa-la, you have one big eating woman very disinterested in eating…which could be a good thing, right?

I have some neat reviews coming up soon so don’t miss out on those because erm… The Jackson 5?  Really, I’ve got it already!