life after steak and ale

Dallas, 3:32 am

 

I wish I could I report that I am writing at this late hour because I have been up all night parting like its 1999, but unfortunately the steroids from my wisdom teeth removal have abruptly awoken me at 2 am and I have been unable to fall asleep again, so I thought I might blog instead. And yes, I look like a complete chipmunk, or not so "glowey" as Alex would put it. 

For the record, that surgery is scarier than one would think. I knew the doctor was putting in my IV that would eventually knock me out, but not as quickly as what followed. Literally, the man had just told me that his son, who is a senior at HP would be attending Texas A&M in the Fall, and I of course was in the midst of my auto response: "tell him to try out for Fightin' Texas Aggie....." (I passed out). I woke up alarmed. I didn't have enough time to tell him about Fish Aides....or the Lord!!! What if the doctor thinks I was telling him about Aggie Fish Club instead? Whoa is me! (no offense to over half of our friend group). 

In other news, the Jude has a B12 deficiency, which explains why she can no longer tell the boys apart, and thinks that LD stands for Lauren Daniel, which is now written on the back of Chi-Omega embroidered plate meant for our house next year. What is worse is that we made the discovery, while showing it to Bret, who asked, "Who is Lauren?" For those of you who are concerned that you may also have the condition, its symptoms include memory loss, mood swings, and difficulty with the English language. Unfortunately, the treatment for this condition is a shot that you must inject daily for a week and once weekly after that. My dad now thinks its hilarious whenever my mom forgets somethings to tell the boys, "quick hold her down! Get the injections!" My mom doesn't think it is funny yet. If you or a loved one struggles with this deficiency, please talk to your doctor and know that you can find solace here at camp smiley. 

I was going to try and be funny and add that another symptom of B12 was poor driving, but I was afraid the comments on this blog would come back to bite me later. Although, in that department, I have one small victory to announce. While aaron and Bret were over earlier this week, both aaron and JD thought it was really funny to bring up all of my driving fiascos both from high school and college (Thank you afran!). Jd got a real kick out of reminding me that I hit Dad's car twice in our own driveway in high school (it was not my fault). He was laughing and going on and on. Well, tonight, when I awoke from my surgery, I was surprised to see JD hanging out the family on a Friday night, even as cool as we are. The truth finally came out...he was grounded. For what, you might ask? For hitting Dad's car in the driveway. Two Points for Paige.

With much love,

Paige

P.S.

I made Bret watch Steel Magnolias, and he loved it.