I'm not dead.
Nor am I on Big Brother.
Mainly because of this photo Rich snapped of me Easter Eve.
I'm not vain but.... GOOD GOD!!! I look like shit sleeping. I couldn't imagine myself on all of the live feeds looking all awesomesauce and all.
Let us not speak of the bunny head in our bed.
Nothing to see here....
Though he was pretty hot the next day
To be fair, I WAS sleeping oddly because I had the cancers and needed to prop the left boob up because I had the hurt going on....
The chicka who wears a Burka in the sun, got the Melanoma.
In more sad news going out to Rich's family, I am not going to die.
I am still alive and well and somehow dodged a bullet. Next month I'm going in to have another three moles punched and diced and covered and smothered so I can live another day to give more joy and fodder for the family gossip-fests that I hear about from afar.
Go me! and you are welcome!
Mainly, the reason I've been uber quiet is because I've completed and am still trying to meet every unrealistic demand in wedding hell in the big 'ol OKC for the next two months of society fantasticiness.....all the while making my hand burn and well burn. real. hard.
I'm beginning to think I'm going to retire at the end of June. Mainly, due to the fact I will need carpal tunnel surgery in the very near future and yay! we finally have insurance after a year and a half without it!
Well, at least for this month we do.
Though, truth be told, when I receive a thank you note with #amazeballs on the flap
I feel like I made someone's day.
I am ultimately a people pleaser. Really, I am.