Ru said I’m 35, not 36. Now I’m REALLY confused. And old.
My medications are definitely making my brain fuzzy, rendering me unable to write anything really worth reading. This will not do.
In other news, I let Ry dye her hair purple. Well, she wanted to. My sweet mother in law was not particularly happy about it, but when presented with a litany of her own children’s shenanigans, she had to admit it’s not that shenanigan-y. Oh my god. Someone shoot me for writing that.
I didn’t get any pictures of Rocky’s purple curls before the color started to fade, another example of the slow deterioration of my mind. Because what parent would NOT want a framed photograph of her 5-year-old child with punk-style Manic Panic hair?
For the next ten minutes I’m stuffing my face, because at midnight I start a pre-surgery 24-hour liquids-n-laxatives fast. Anything I eat will have to be liquid and see-through. Which leads me to a very important question: do they make clear-liquid donuts?