the day before i meet my doom

ugh. tomorrow. 8:30 am. they're taking my teeth away.

watermelon is very concerned. he got his wisdom teeth out 10 years ago and told me today he still remembers how much it hurt. and eating jell-o.

jeepers.

okay, so today was good though. made quick money babysitting thismorning, which offset my kitchen-aid splurges yesterday (tj maxx had a sale, its all guaranteed for life... might as well get a vegetable peeler you will never have to buy again...) which makes me feel better about everything. and i'm almost done submitting resumes and such.. i've applied to the two paid jobs, i just have my volunteer stuff to apply for. and reference stuff has been dented (which is very significant).. cleaned out my huge binder, did some sorting, went over rush songs, that sort of thing.

and i had dinner with wade and andrew. and it made me so happy. we went to longpoint grille, which was delicious... and the company was fantastic. except andrew isn't really kidding about repopulating scottland by spreading the "seed of his loins" throughout the forsaken country. i tried to talk him out of it.. i offered to chaperone. he said i would probably ruin the moment.

true. but at least then he wouldn't have bastard children galavanting across the countryside.

and wade is fantastic, as always... i've missed my buddy. i think we're all going to hang out when i no longer have to eat popsicles. or maybe before. who knows.

yay, popsicles.

mom is kind of freaking out about the wisdom teeth thing. she nagged me all day about everything that i did.. and made me go upstairs and sit in my designated chair so that i wont be tempted to sleep on the couch. because apparently if i sleep in this couch i will get dry socket.

"do you WANT DRY SOCKET?!!!?"
--"no, mother. but i would like my bed."

she didn't like that. so i tried out the chair. quite comfy, of course. will take three flights of stairs to get there, which could be interesting. i don't do well with pain meds. remember the tragedy of 2007 when monolicious bridgette met mr codine? ended in a bad date. ha. oh dear.

okay, so on that happy, reminiscent note... i'm going to go spend my last ten hours with my four beloved teeth. tomorrow i will be worthless. the end.