I guess I’ve been neglecting posting mostly for lack of anything interesting or positive to report. I’ve been experiencing a kind of crappy intermission lately; a break from my normally wonderful, exciting and enthusiastic existence. Ha.
Let’s get all the
shitty shit crap out of the way and move on to the lighter side then…
I had what I’m going to refer to as a Red Flag Pap test a couple of weeks ago. (Guys, feel free to skip over this uncomfortable female stuff…) My wonderfully wonderful gynecologist-who incidentally lets me call him George, (I think I mentioned this before and this just illustrates the priceless nature of our doctor-patient relationship. Most women would tell you, to have a gynecological trust and candor such as this would make their life complete…) called to tell me that he was “concerned” and why and scheduled me for a biopsy. In his office, no less, which is way more comforting than having it done in a cold, impersonal room in a hospital with a bunch of strangers. To make a long story short, I had it done on Tuesday and am patiently (mmm…) awaiting the results. Unnerving, kinda. Was hoping for a Friday call so’s I wouldn’t have to endure the weekend anticipation of a Monday call. I prefer stress-free weekends, don’t you know.
So I’m spending today getting my hair cut and taking the Mom shawpin’.
Tomorrow Poopy and I will celebrate 7 years of wedded bliss. I choose to refer to it that way, he’ll maybe describe it in another way… But I know he loves me in spite of … well, that’s another post altogether. 😉 Seven years. Oooh-chee-wow-a. (Now, if there is an actual way to spell that, please lmk.)
So, the other night I’m in the shower. I put the nearly-full-and-so-rather-weighty shampoo bottle back on the shelf which is, oh I don’t know, five and a half feet up. If I’d had my eyes open I may have seen it slide off the shelf and may have been able to move my foot in time. Instead, that bugger bounced off that bone on the top of my foot midway between my ankle and big toe. I may have said the f-word cause baby, that HURT.
I will post tomorrow aboot my other issue this week. This is getting long and whiney. In the meantime, please go visit my radically awesome nephew and read how he acquired his second foul ball this season at a Pirate game. That has to be some kind of freaky record. Though I’m not a big sports fan, I am however a huge fan of rushes and that had to be quite a rush for him.
I’m off. Have a great weekend.
Adrienne, have a lovely Birthday. 🙂 ~~~~~ XOXO
To all the MRTADs (Men Referred to as “Dad”) out there, Happy Father’s Day to you.