I am so doing so good.
John is downstairs sleeping (I'm not even joking here folks.) That is why I was able to sneak up here. I think I'm going to leave him a note saying "Dear St. John, Target is having a huge sale. I just couldn't resist. I'll be home in a few hours." Would that make him flip or what?? ha, ha
The doctor said my teeth didn't want to come out at all so he had to cut them out like they were impacted. Wow, thanks for telling me that. They also said I didn't want to stay asleep. The control freak in me had to make sure they were doing everything right.
Anyway, I've had slivers that hurt worse than this. If I wasn't so drunk I'd drive myself to the mall.
Gotta go . . . something is beeping. John has a zillion timers set (as if the spreadsheet he created isn't enough) to remind him when it is time for me to 1)take some more of these fabulous drugs 2) put some ice on my swollen cheeks 3)try to sip some water
He's the greatest. He just woke up and I'm in big trouble. Gotta go.
P.S. Does anyone want to go to Target????