Well, I think you get the point. I am over this bedroom. Over it. I have never been this antsy in my life! And antsy is quickly turning into bitchy. Majorly bitchy. The hubby took off again today because he didn’t think I was well enough to stay home alone. He’s probably right. Meh.

So, in other, even more alarming news, my scale died! I weighed myself the morning of surgery and was the usual. I weighed that night (I know, serious neurosis) and I had gained 8 pounds. Obviously fluid because I hadn’t even eaten, so no worries, but I wanted to do an experiment and see how long it took to level out. But alas, the scale broke on day 2. Bastard! And now, I am 4 days weightless and going nutso. RAWR.

SO let’s see… what else? Oh, thanks for the movie input. I ended up not really being up for that adventure afterall, so who knows when/if I’ll ever see a grown up movie. I am thinking of taking my older two to 17 Again. What do you think? A 10 and a 6 and a half (he isn’t merely 6, clearly he deserves the half designation… that kid) year old? We’ll see.

My BFF was amazing, as always and made things super easy and smooth. She also brought me the book I have been reading all morning, and it is a total tear jerker thus far. “The Last Lecture” is the title. I’ll let you know what I think of it when I’m done. What I really want to do is workout. Or run. Or anything actually. So what if it is only because I can’t? :)

I’ve been trying to keep up with you chickies, but reading on the laptop makes me dizzy these past few days. Boo! I know you are missing all of my witty input. Or not. Either way, pretend you do because I am sick and have been waited on hand and foot for 5 days now and have an ego the size of Texas. buahahahhaha No really.

Happy Monday! :)