Remember that Ganirelix syringe that Joey accidentally shot the ceiling with?
Well, he’s finishing it off on me tonight.
We showed Dr. Babyplease how much was left in the syringe and explained what happened. She said, in her cute voice, “OH! That’s no problem at all, you barely need any of it tonight. Just go ahead and use it.”
I think it’s pretty awesome we’re using it anyway. Well, not that awesome because I just realized this is my second hit of Ganirelix today, and that’s the one that gives me black and blue spots.
Right now, we’re just biding our time and waiting until 10:45. Because at 10:45, you can believe Joey will shoot me and then BAM, we’ll be asleep. We’re both zombies. Joey lit a fire in the fireplace and we’ve sat on the couches all evening reading books. (I finished The Lost Symbol and was SO disappointed! How I really wanted to love that book!) He’s currently taking pictures of our Christmas tree on a long exposure.
Did I mention that we accidentally got a huge Christmas tree? They had it mis-labeled because it was an inch from the ceiling once we got it inside. We cut the top off and now it fits just fine. But anyway, pictures forthcoming…probably tomororw night…because Joey is taking them now.
Two things I realized just now:
- I should never blog when extremely tired because it makes no sense and rambles all over the place
- I should also not blog under the influence of anesthesia, as referenced here and here (is it disturbing anyone else that I have two examples of this within the last 14 months?) because those are equally weird. And yet I will be doing it again on Thursday.
Oh look! It’s 10:25 now. I think I’ll go brush my teeth and change all the clocks in the house to say 10:45 so I can go to bed. Zzzzz….
After 9:30 p.m., it’s really tough being genetically Laird. Especially when you are forced to stay up. But now that I remembered that I’m genetically Laird, I want to go to Zio’s and eat lasagna and drink Pepsi.
Daaaaaad, can you take me to Zio’s?
