This week the trend was to get the wisdom pulled out of your jaw.
Thanks to the tooth-yanking bandit, my jaw is now more prone to make foolish decisions.Daniel's and Michael's too.
Apparently, my recovery has been super fast. I do not have any pain at all unless someone goes and touches my cheeks (and I mean TOUCHES, not just lightly tapping.) It's weird, the bleeding stopped within a couple of hours after the surgery and I stopped taking the pain medicine the night of the surgery (mainly because I wasn't in pain and it was making me nauseous.) I did have an epic upchuck, resembling those exaggerated ones from the movies. It was awesome; a pure jet of water spewing out of my mouth.
In other news, I got bit by some sort of bug while I was asleep. Luckily it doesn't itch because one of the meds I'm taking for the foolish jaw serves as anti-itch awesomeness.
Chelle and Chipy sure do know how to throw a fancy fancy party. The best part: the dip.
... and Chipy looked like a Christmas present.
The last thing is of utmost importance.
I accidently stumbled onto my Christmas present while going into my mom's closet... let's just say it starts with a P and ends with an Laystation 3. I am PUMPED.
The Pringles-Laystation 3 is the perfect thing for a chip lover like myself. I will make all of my friends chips for them to eat during snack time.
And now to sum up all of this (teeth, bug bites, meds, parties and surprises) is this cat:
P.S.- Mitch, your plantains are coming.
