So much to write, so little patience from Paul. Boo. Hiss.
But in case you missed it (sorry Bob) I’ve just cleared another six months in remission! WOOT! Which means I don’t have to do any more of those uber icky CT scans. Which means I made my way through a bottle of champagne this week, too. Double WOOT!
Paul is, as my mom always says, crazy with the heat. So yet again I’m cheating and just smacking up a uke video with nothing terribly amusing to say. But that doesn’t mean I love you bitches any less.
Have something cold and refreshing. And alcoholic. STAT. For it’s MFBT!