No, seriously. Stop me.
Today Matt told me that my arms are “cut up”.
I was about to a) be alarmed, b) get offended, until he explained that it meant strong and defined.
Progesterone is the devil.
I have regained the use of at least one nostril. Who knows, I might get CRAZY tonight and only take a half dose of NyQuil! No, that’s just the lack of oxygen talking….
Today I found out that I’m one step closer to nursing school. On Friday I take the essay portion… When April 20 rolls around, I’ll know my fate!