Which one is the serene one again? The one having a meltdown in the corner.

That would’ve been me last night. And this morning. Now I am back to peachy. My mom has asked that I be the one who calls the lab and gets the biopsy results. As Ben aptly put it: "Does she know you at all?". As it turns out, she probably doesn’t. Unless her goal was to keep me awake under the burden of responsibility. All my nightmares involved making the call, not the result. And when I finally did make the call (not in my dreams, but the actual call), I found out they still don’t have the results. Poo! 

I’m 30 minutes away from getting me some delicious pizza and heading on over to my mom’s. Ben is working his precious, saucy butt off, so I’ll take the opportunity to sit and knit with the parental unit. I’ve been working on the same pair of socks for 12 months, so maybe I can actually turn the heel today. Wishful thinking.

Oh! I also get to watch Murder she wrote and Columbo every time I’m at her house and that’s like being 12 all over again. Wonderment. 

I hate how crappy my blog is, I must get on Ben’s precious, saucy butt so he will fix it.  Mmmm… butts.

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