Okay, today when I got home, it was really hot. My car said it was 103 degrees when I got into it at 5:30pm. The dog was panting in my apartment. The zuccini plant was being its normal drama queen self and was all wilty despite last night's rain. So I went to water our little vegetable pot garden and discovered three baby zuccinis, a couple of pea sized future tomatoes and that the peppers are blooming. Miracle Grow, I'm telling you.
The wrens that built a nest in the cable box have left. The babies have grown up and flew the coop.
My week secretly didn't suck as much as I thought it would. The test Monday and today went well. The quiz Monday went well. The surgery went well even if we were still the last group to get done-again, and always. The diaphragmatic hernia is secretly a super easy surgery to do IF your anestatist is worth anything. Today, I did anesthesia and it went well. Our dog did turn blue for a while, on and off twice but we pulled it out of it and then killed it. It was a super cute, sweet dog too. I still have two more quizzes this week and really need to study for Monday's test.
Joe didn't bring me flowers but after two and half years of dating I called in the favor that every man dreads but knows is inevitable. The dreaded run for maxi pads. When I went to Wal-Mart they didn't have what I needed, so I paniked. And told Joe that if he went to Wal-Mart by chance, he should get me some. I was very clear as to what I wanted, I sent him a picture in a text message. And he pulled through. I'm pretty sure that alone makes him a keeper.
Even though I really needed to study and my study guide making has gone no where, I went out with Kevin Stokes and Zach tonight for pizza at Gumby's. I drank too much. Its always good times when we do this. I love going out with those two guys. Zach asks me as we walk in if anyone thinks we're a tag team-as in having sex-me and those two guys. He was pretty sure that's what he would think if he saw us. Whatever! I did invite Kevin to live with me and Joe. It is the plot for a good sitcom, entitled 'My Two Boyfriends'. I'm sure hilarity would ensue!
Sorry for all of the misspellings...I might be tired, I might be drunk. Whatever.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on June 14, 2011]
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