Pass the painkillers

There is a limit to what amount of pain you can put an individual through before it becomes a criminal offence. Apparently, no one told my orthodontist this, or he'd be more scared of lawsuits. I'm still whining about my "Rapid Maxillary Expander" , which is fancy orthodontist speak for "We're gonna break your face in half now!" No seriously. Google it and stare in horror.

Although, my face has ceased splitting apart for the moment, so I'd thought I'd share my last few days. Okay, they've been rather uneventful, but I have to spend these precious moments doing something productive. I've been cruising other blogs, and found a very profound nugget 'o wisdom.

"No matter what horrible thing you're going through, when it's all over it only takes three seconds to sum it up."

Really, it's so true. No matter how much bad crap you go through, it's only gonna take a second to sum it all up when it's over, no matter how long the days feel during the hard times.

Dr.Phil moment over. I swear, it's the Tylenol talking. Or maybe it's the fact that I'm listening to M.I.A very quietly in the background, only catching snippets like "Bonafide hustler making my name".

I don't know what I'm blaming to explain the fact that I just caught myself staring at the curtains like they were Michael Phelps's abs. Moving on.

In case you're staring at the picture in confusion as to what horrors I just released onto the Internet, that is pretty much the only other living creature I've seen in a while, besides my mother. And by that I mean my cat Lucy, who is now walking along the keyboard and trying to recover her dignity after her last fall off the windowsill. She looks so sweet and adorable laying beside the computer monitor.

Lies. All. Lies.

Alright. Pain is back. Must take more Tylenol.
Must learn to form full sentences.

Love,
Megan