I'm home, and am slowly sipping a coke and eating saltine crackers, which the nurse decreed a suitable first meal. I swear, right now they taste as blissfully good as pecan pie at Thanksgiving, Dreamland Barbecue, or pizza from Serious Pie.
And in even better news, my doctor has extended how long I can go between tests. Based on my family history, he'd said every 2 years. Based on my healthy, polyp-free innards, he extended it to 4! Which means I get to go 1500 days or so before I have to do this again!
Whee! Jess, the pause is the best part. Like, wait, I have more to say! Yup, here I go.
He was making that sound ALL afternoon. I nearly died.
Reading too much Heinlein explains a lot of things.
I don't think I'm cut out to be poly. I'd have to believe that more than one person at a time was interested in me. I have trouble believing in there being even one. I usually describe myself as a nonpracticing heterosexual.
Dylan's babblings are too cute. I read somewhere that babies may be talking way earlier than we think, but their mouths can't make the sounds in an understandable way.
Congrats, Susan!
I have to wait until a proper computer for the DZ cutery.
Dreamland Barbecue,
Num num num num... I get my Dreamland fix once per year when the local Alabama bar orders in Dreamland for the Bama v. Auburn game.
We usually go to the one in Birmingham when I visit my family for the holidays, but one of these days I keep meaning to order some flown out here for a special occasion. Maybe my launch party if/when I ever sell a book!
Susan, wonderful news!
Jessica's sprog is cuter than cute! So funny!
So, since we're on the topic...I just got validation in my use of the serial comma. The transcription company I'm doing tests for to become a contractor insists on the use of the serial comma. GO SERIAL COMMA!
