Define moron.

Like my doctor and I haven’t been spending enough time together. I had to call him and make yet another appointment this morning. Shaun insisted.
Yesterday I popped my ears because the ringing in them was making me batty.  When I did I must have dislodged something I shoved in my ear when I was 6 because it feels like my brain is slowly oozing out of my head and I can hear EVERY single sound being made within a 10 mile radius of my ears.  In addition to this little joy of hearing mice breath is the sub-woofer sound my ears make when I open my mouth.  “Whoomp. Whooomp.  Whoooommmmp.” it’s like a Twilight Zone episode where at the end I find out that I am really a human souped up Honda Civic.

I’m excited to be able to go see the doctor though because I can tell him about the glass I got in my finger a month ago that is somewhere in my index finger and I can’t feel the tip of my finger anymore.  I tried everything, including using the vacuum cleaner to suck it out, but it’s difficult to suck glass out of your finger when you don’t know where it is.

Well, 24 hours into the no smoking ordeal and I haven’t killed anyone yet.  I’m sure that will come later when my ears stop playing “The Cars that Go Boom” and my lungs are no longer working overtime to help me breath through the cold/flu.

YOUR SPF ASSIGNMENT:  Sorry, bout waiting so long to give this to you…been dieing if you hadn’t noticed….

March 23rd, 2007: (Kara’s Birthday) “TWO”  That was my favorite age with Kara. She was my little buddy and her favorite thing was to go check the mail with me. We were two little buddies who had no one but each other for friendship.
I miss those days.