Yeah, migraines. Every other article was like, it's nothing! Tiny needles! and then every OTHER article was like, it's a bunch of NEEDLES! In your face!
I mean, despite my whining, I think I have a pretty decent pain tolerance. And I'm not very worried about side effects, except I'm not sure I want parts of my face to stop moving. But we'll see.
My grandmothers were named after their locations — Escanaba Grammy and Florida Grammy. My maternal great grandmother (who I am named after but never met) was called Gagoo. Her sister's grandchildren called her Aimee. Their grandkids each had sailboats named after their grandmothers, and on Saturday afternoons, you could see two elegant old women standing on the shores of Lake Michigan, shouting "Go Gagoo!" And "Get 'em, Aimee!"
Oh I forgot I do have one unique naming. The only great-grandparent I met, my Great-Grandmother went by Treasure. She got the moniker from a grand-daughter she was helping to raise.
Aw, Mitch McConnell fell at his house and fractured his shoulder. I guess there's a tiny bit of karma coming back at him.
Maybe it was a Russian operative who was encouraging him to stay true to Putin's plan for us.
Or maybe his body could no longer stand the strain of the cognitive dissonance required to keep blocking gun control legislation.
Maybe the demon just can't stand being trapped in that horrific shell any longer.
Yeah, I was wondering if it was cover for hiding in his house for a while.
Don't worry about Mitch. His job comes with an excellent insurance coverage.