My wife just told me she was taking out the trash. Cue the anxiety-inducing theme music.
Taking out the trash means that its Thursday. Being Thursday means that I didn't write any menus for next week, which means we can't make a decent grocery list tomorrow. But it also serves as a reminder that I can't really cook anything normal because on Monday, I get the bone graft...and have some extended period of eating only soft things. I'm hoping for one week, expecting two weeks, and won't be all that surprised to hear numbers ending in '...months'.
I will be thinking about this all weekend. And you gotta believe I'll be chewing my head off, this weekend, in psyhic preparation.
Argh. Argh. Argh.
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