Stupid Mouth.

So. I have become quite accustomed to laying around with a really attractive sock velcro-ed around my face for the past few days...and the whole Vicodin thing...and the whole not eating anything...yeah that's probably the highlight of this whole process! 

Gee whiz. They take out the wisdom teeth and I'm rather dead, Brian on the other hand is just freaking dandy! Running around playing sports and doing yard work and eating real food and galavanting about town. Killer. Another thing that's so very un-twinlike of us. Polar opposite recoveries. 

Maj and Faj announced last night that they're happy to have us home! Who knew?! Jeebs. That was rather exciting to hear slash a little reassuring too. It was touch and go for awhile back there. Hahaha. What else. Nothing. Because my life is tres boring slash not there's just nothing really reportable that ever happens. 

Right. So. I believe I'm being kidnapped by Sarah a little later to go to Target and flounce around all merrylike. Should be grand. :)