the ball was wonderful even though i had a mental breakdown at the end of the night which was sweet. don't just go cold turkey on ssris people. no bueno. also last night i thought voldemort was in my bedroom. ah nightmares, no bueno. we are now back in lovely freezing rexburg and i am bummed about two things 1. the drive here was so long and i wanted to die. 2. we missed abigails fourth birthday party. and our friends missed their flight. dash is happy to be home and is sniffing everything and rolling around on the floor with his feet straight up in the air.
we also tested him last week to see if he was mentally deranged.
and he passed with flying colors
which means
he is retarded.
and if you want to find out how to test your own pet or spouse you can google it.
just kidding about the spouse but i bet it would work.
well back to the grindstone. it's been magical people. now we're back home and the children above us are trying to break the ceiling with their fists and vocal chords.
cant wait to try to sleep.
also i'm not going to lie, i haven't pooped in like a week and when i finally did all i had was one little heart shaped nugget. which kinda made me happy.
i hope you all have heart shaped poops in your lives.
more frequently.
ill have to actually write about the ball another time as i am a little sreepy. but as a preview be prepared for generals who have been through three wars born in 1945 and people who have been serving for 40 years and a poor stiff joint locked marine who passed out during the color ceremony. and cake. small smooch.

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Wait.
Dash is actually mentally retarded? Like fer rills?
yeah. like. not bad but... retarded.
get you Marine a wand so he can cast voldermort out of your room lickety split!
How delightful.
Also, please don't ever cold turkey off an ssri again. Ever. Please.
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