Remember how I said after Friday morning's hurricane that I thought things were over? Well, without going into too much detail, I had to do something at the doctor's office this morning that no woman should ever have to go through without anesthesia or at least a heavy cast-iron frying pan upside the head.
My redneck cussing side came through with at least 3 difference occurrences of "doggone" and one "dadgum." I hope Dr. M wasn't offended.
At least NOW I know the hurricane has passed. The ultrasound confirmed it.
On an extremely positive note, I was running dangerously low on Reese's peanut butter cups, but I got home from the doctor's visit from hell to see a huge box on my porch. Inside the box? At least 30 peanut butter cups. That'll last me till at least Thursday. Crisis averted.
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