Horrid, Good, Bad...I swear my weekend was bipolar!
Fri. was horrid. I had to get up and go to the dentist. I hate dentists. I shall always hate dentists. To make things worse it was a new dentist and a new assistant chick. This was bad because, as some may know, I cannot do those automated chairs that go up and down while you're on them. Just...no. Leftovers from fifth grade, as my Order-girls
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I'm sorry that you ended up with a migraine again...but I'm *really* sorry that your grades weren't what you wanted.
But...well...at least you were able to go shopping and get to the play, right?
By the way--just what *is* a girl's supposed *best* friend?
If it's a horse, I completely agree...*sigh*, though I imagine with people not being *nearly* as interested in them anymore, it wouldn't be considered that anymore if it ever was...
Oog, wouldn't it be ironic if *birds* were considered a girl's best friend?!
Lol,(I'm NOT laughing at your migraine)too bad they don't make birdie muzzles, eh? Perhaps next time you should try earplugs. I'm not sure if that's your style, but it might at least ease the noise a bit...
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It's a song, hon. Give me a call. See if you can pop over for lunch. I'll cook! (If you want) or we could just always pop over and get pizza, your choice.
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