Yesterday I told my temporary workplace that I had a Very Important Doctor's Appointment (botox), and that I'd work from home till noon. I was, in fact, working this morning and when I finished one thing and emailed it in, I thought, Oh! It's May! I can change my calendars!
I like to change the calendar. And this year I have a women reading calendar--and why I don't just look in the mirror and say the date so I'd have saved myself the $12.99 is beyond me--and also a dog yoga calendar. One of you sent me the dog yoga calendar and how annoyed are you that I can't remember who did?
My point is, I flipped up the chicks reading calendar, the babes with books, and there on
was a note: Botox, 11:15 a.m.
Geez I hate me. I will scowl at myself all day over this, and also will celebrate that as of tomorrow I will not be able to scowl at self.
So I had to scream on over here to work and now I got here and there's nothing to do. Still. Hate me.
In other news, guess what. I have to have MORE FIBROIDS removed next week. Apparently either I got new ones or he didn't get rid of the old ones very well, because RETURN OF THE FIBRI. I realize that made little sense. SON OF FIBROID. FIBROID PART TWO, ELECTRIC BOOGALOO.
Actually this would be fibroid part three, as I had these in the mid-200os, as well. My fibroids are like a Rocky movie. This time I'm having them taken out in Russia.
The good part is I don't need general anesthesia, just an IV that will render me senseless, to which I say, how will we know when it kicks in? And he said an hour after I get home I will feel fine. Still. Could I stop with the growing stalactites now? I told ...friend, if Ima grow things I don't need, can't I hatch golden eggs or something?
You know what I am? Sexy.
I don't know what day this auspicious event will occur but will keep you posted.
I guess that's all I have to tell you. Hope things are going well for all of you, over there. Also, am tempted to add the "Hulk's sex life" category to every single post because it slays me. Okay, that's all.