A. I have had what feels like a golf ball stuck in my throat for 3 days now. I can't cough it out, drink it down, or dissolve it away. *I ended a sentence with a preposition, much to my dismay. That rhymed: dissolve it away, much to my dismay.
2. Deep Thoughts, by Jack Handey: "Here's a good thing to do if you go to a party and you don't know anybody: First take out the garbage. Then go around and collect any extra garbage that people might have, like a crumpled napkin, and take that out too. Pretty soon people will want to meet the busy garbage guy."
D. Do you ever over-think the process of swallowing and find yourself unable to do it? This happens to me several times a day.
Batman Sign. (Family Guy reference) When I answer the phone at work, I am supposed to say, "Tulsa Dental Specialties....", but the words that come out of my mouth sound like "Tulsa Dental Special Cheese." I have created a logo for TDSC and hope to make a shirt in the near future with said logo. The times that I manage not to sound like a cheddar salesman, I get hung up on the word, "Dental." It goes along with the swallowing problem mentioned earlier. I focus so hard on not saying "Special Cheese" that I get stuck on "Dental" and give the customer on the other end the impression that my company is doing their part to employ the mentally disabled.
A third Q: It would make me really happy if you would comment, so that I know that writing this blog instead of doing my highly-important school work was not all in vain.
IV. Here is a photo of my son, Rowan, for you to enjoy.
Until tomorrow.
~Heather
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