"Don't get your back up." I love you.
Just back from the doctor. After doing horrible things with pointy bits in what she kept referring to as "the torture chamber" (imagine Kitty on "that 70s show", and that's my doctor. down to the laugh. with straight hair.), she set me free with a copy of my bloodtest results, everything from cholesterol to syphilis is absolutely clean. I'm O+, i thought i was O-. weird. doesn't that mean i have to have a rhesus injection after my first baby? ahhh, level 4 bio, you left me so quickly. and i'm immune to rubella. yay? she doesn't want me to get my tonsils out yet. suits me just fine.
got marge, so i can make my cake now. fact, i really want to. want to make a trifle. arghghgh... and I got brownie mix too, for Rick, cuz Matt says he likes brownies. No, I don't dare mess with chocolate at this pubescent stage of my baking development. That would just be wrong. Hmm... got white chocolate tho. That's not illegal.
Ok, i'm getting really hungry now, and mum mentioned something about cooking the lamb as she was heading out the door... wonder what that was about... oh well, guess i'll find out later.
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