Since Christmas passed, it seems as if I have been apologizing more about neglecting the blog than writing in it. Like the moon, I am waxing and waning but I am not a pig (usually) so will not wallow, just clarify.
After a tough few weeks adjusting to my new mostly med-free life, my dumb disease arrived, uninvited and without notice. I find this very rude. Since most if not all diseases aren’t known for their good manners, though, I have to accept its visit but I don’t have to throw out the welcome mat.
Come in, make yourself at home in my immune system and throw some extra pain my way while you’re at it. Remember though, after three days fish and house guests stink.
Now I’m feeling a bit better though I’ve still got a little of that lovely elephant man look to me. If the swelling on my lips were even, I’d fit in just fine with the bleached and siliconed Scottsdale set, but, as it stands now, my appearance more resembles Lucille Ball when she’s got some ‘splaining to do to Ricky. (My top right and bottom left lips are protruding more than their counterparts.) Oh, well, Sunday at our Superbowl Party (yes, I, possessing no sense, decided to throw a 40 invitee shindig that I am actually anticipating with gusto), I’ll either make that I-Love-Lucy eungh sound all day or I’ll bring out my NY Giants burkha from my years fighting the Russians in Afghanistan. Those Mujahideen are nothing if not crazy about the NFL.
So that’s the truth, pthhhh (well, parts of it).
If I can get my camera to start working again (it, knowing I was in such high spirits, decided to boost them further by acting like it was taking photos but having nothing there when I went to retrieve them), I will take some photos of the ewes who are growing sideways. Apparently, we did not put Leroy in solitary confinement early enough. I’m trying to figure out who’s with lamb and who’s not. I’m almost sure that Charlotte, who was the bearer of twins her first pregnancy, is gestating at least one ovinian fetus if not three. The rest we’ll have to decide together, perhaps making a contest of it.
Yes folks, it’s Eweterus Watch 2008. Contain your excitement. Obama's got nothing on us.
Until next time…
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