I don;t this anticipation stuff too well. Good thing I am to old to get pregnant.
Evidently, I sounded so crazed on the phone, the big shot doctor ordered some meds for me…just got the call from RiteAid.
I guess he is not looking forward to this high strung mare in his shooting range, either.
I have some little piddly chores to do…clean out the car, get my toes done, buy some sandals because I just want to. Buy some melons because I have a sincere need to eat some.
Oh, I a merry little mess but just for a little while.
I did put a ban on both MONK and HOUSE…just too crazy making. So I’m spending a cheery afternoon watching The Sopranos. Something about all the unnecessary violence calms me down.