sarahcarotte

...you know, the one reserved for child molesters and people who talk in the theatre, you will also find people who refuse to give up their seat on the bus to cripples and pregnant women.

I may have written this before, but maybe it bears repeating.

At the moment (about fourteen months ago) in which I fell out of my wheelchair and broke my back, while I was lying on the cobblestones screaming bloody murder, I was also having an epiphany.

When they make a film of my life, it will be a black comedy.

I hate losing my voice. It's one of the few things about myself that I really like. Hopefully, I'm almost done with this stupid cold.

The good news is, my stomach is empty. The bad news is, I'm sure of that.

I wonder where the term "lukewarm" comes from.

Just discovered (the hard way) that the milk has gone off. Ewwwwwwwww.

I just discovered that my Sponge Bob Square Pants bandaids are ALSO glow-in-the-dark!

...I'm having a zombie day. Anybody got some spare brains I can eat?

Diet-coke-Sarah made an appearance. Apparently, there is enough aspartame in sugar-free Halls to trigger my horrible alternate personality. Condolences should be sent to Dave.

That was last week. I'm almost over the cold, Dave is almost over my alterego, and I'm sunburnt after spending a weekend at Dave's family's cottage. Despite the after-effects of the aspartame and the fact that we had to bring Dinger with us (Dave's mom hates cats) it was a good weekend.

Dave is a brave, brave man.

He got an ear infection, probably from aggravating our other cat which resulted in a scratch in the ear. Ultimately, this led to a large polyp, which required surgery. He's home from the hospital now, and doing alright, but I think Newton is laughing at him because he has to wear one of those ridiculous Victorian collars. Ahh, well. Poor beastie.