I started writing this over and over and over. I’ve had the window open for almost 2 hours, but I was busy competing with Boy Genius for the best Whrrl story EVAH!
What do you think?
Mine?
or His?

I started writing this over and over and over. I’ve had the window open for almost 2 hours, but I was busy competing with Boy Genius for the best Whrrl story EVAH!
What do you think?
Mine?
or His?

I know, silly me. But, I’ve had my little pill to help with the pain from the TMJ surgery and they make me just plain obnoxious. So, it’s just best I not stay here long.
I do want to share my trip to the psychiatrist. I wore my sunglasses in and assumed everyone already knew I had big chipmunk cheeks, so one seemed to notice. But, as soon as the nurse called me back, I raised the glasses over my eyes and let them rest on my head. At which time the nurse and the doc both became wide-eyed. One of them said, “you did it?”
And, the rant was on. By the time I got the 2 steps to get my blood pressure taken it was high, the scales were wrong, how can I weigh that much when I had not had any food that allowed for chewing in over a week. There’s only so many calories in jello, pudding, jello, pudding, yogurt, jello, yogurt and some pudding?
Let’s just say my language was very reflective of my foul mood and I left there we changed in medicine. Let’s see if that helps…because surgery or not, I’ve been in one foul mood. And, it is the holidays…it is a cheerful time of the year….right? If you like mashed potatoes and jello…..

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!
