Who can't stand herself?
I set my alarm for 8:00, because I have an appointment at the headache clinic today. You go there and they bang you over the head. BAH.
No. It is the final day of my meeting with them about the experimental migraine drug they have had me on since June. Other than the part where I grew a monkey out my arse from all the nausea it gave me, it was a fine drug.
Anyway, the alarm went off at 8:00, and who crossed the room, turned it off, went right back to bed, grabbed Tallulah and slipped of to dreamland until 10 minutes ago? I hate everything. Now I have to scream over there and I have no time to blog.
But I did want to show you what Faithful Reader and Friend in Real Life Laurie gave me last night when we had dinner with her:
Also also, I guess it is time to give those flowers from Dottie the heave-ho.
Okay, screaming off to the headache clinic.
P.S. OMG, I am SO LATE, but I forgot to tell you, I may or may not have been shopping for a Christmas gift for Marvin yesterday, and the store owner may or may not have been the best-looking British man in the world other than Barry Gibb, and he may or may not have just flown in from London the night before. Okay, will stop with the annoying "may or may not" now. Anyway, I asked if London was excited about the Royal wedding and he said:
"We give a kipper's dick about that wedding."
Kipper's dick. That is so my new phrase. And I had to act like I gave a kipper's dick about that wedding, too, when of course it had been at the tip of my tongue to ask if I could stay with his relatives when I flew over there April 29, with my jobless self. OKAY SO SO LATE GOODBYE.