Sheep

If all of my family and friends didn't have my blog address, I would probably have blog posts like this:

Ashlyn yesterday after church: "Mommy! We did skits today in Primary and I was a sheep!"

And my smart alec reply was: "Ashlyn, we're sheep every Sunday."

But everyone I know already has my blog address, so please disregard that comment and pretend like I said something completely spiritual and 100% less offensive.

Dear Blog Readers...

Remember back in 2008 when there was no such thing as Google Reader and people would actually comment on blogs? Hahahaha, yeah, I vaguely remember that myself.

Anyways, I don't mean to discourage blog comments, and so I feel I should answer some questions that have been asked on my blog.

1. It was a kayak. And yes, at that angle it does look much too skinny to be a kayak, but I assure you it was. Note to self - take more pictures of me at that angle.

2. Brian and Candi - how dare you imply that I am old enough to own a VHS tape! But yes, let's be neighbors again so we can borrow your plunger.

3. For those of you wanting to see me in my prom dress at my daughter's birthday party, I totally lied. Yes, I was wearing a fancy dress, but no way was my prom dress modest enough for a 5 year old's birthday party! Don't you know me at all??

If I Could Kick Someone in the Face Right Now...

It would definitely be my oral surgeon from 10 years ago.

He said my wisdom teeth were so underdeveloped that they would never cause problems, so instead of having an easy quick wisdom tooth removal (and have my parents pay for it), I had to get them out last weekend. And ten years later, they were so overdeveloped that the roots were impacted so severely into my jaw bone that they had to drill into it.

Seriously. Worse than recovering from childbirth. Because even waking up 5 times a night to a newborn crying is much better than waking up 5 times a night because you are crying.

And speaking of newborns, Friday (the day I got my teeth out) was perhaps that best day I've had in 29 years. For reals. I was so doped up on valium and other good things that I pretty much slept all day. I would wake up every four hours, wimper, and Rust would come by, spoon feed me apple sauce and then I'd fall back asleep. I'm pretty sure I haven't had a day that relaxing and wonderful since I was 6 months old.

Regardless, it has now been 11 days and I still can't eat solid foods. And no, swallowing mac and cheese whole doesn't count!