I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack!

Good morning boys and girls. Today we're going to talk about me. Like that's something out of the ordinary...

I just got a fantabulousa phone call kiddies. The 3 bedroom place a block from Starbucks that I looked at a couple weeks ago is mine! BwaHaHaHa. I'm so stoked. This is the first place I actually filled out the app for, and I get it! I just have to go meet with the LandladyChica and sign some paperwork. Never mind that they think Hefe is my boyfriend (well, he looked at the place with me, and we've both been calling them to find out what's up, so I suppose I can understand.)

Today's my first day drug-free. I know the day's not nearly over yet, but the morning is when I usually reach for the pill bottle, and I haven't yet. Yea me!

At my Post-Op Monday I discovered that they did indeed snip off a little chunk of my meniscus, and did a "lateral release" on my tendon (this little release will let my kneecap go back where it's supposed to).

Hefe just called and said he's down to go with me to sign my paperwork whenever the chica said. (Not that he's signing with me. Just, I still can't drive yet, so I'm still bumming rides.)

Dudes, Ms Dewey is the best site ever. It's an interactive search engine and I love it! I just like killing time clicking "Best of Dewey." Go check it out.

My knee is really nasty looking, the skin is hella irritated. But I'm going to be nice and not post a picture of that because, well, some people blog during lunch, and that picture and lunch would not work out very well.

StapleGun is gone again, and she will be missed. Her SignificantOther flew into town yesterday, and they took off for a quick visit to San Fran, and then a major roadtrip to Texas. Hawaiian doesn't think StapleGun and S/O will last and we even placed a wager on it. Maybe Hawaiian's just a romantic pessimist... Or maybe I'm overyly optimistic in a totally delusional way. Who knows. I think StapleGun and the S/O are good together, but hey, whatever.

It's shower time kids, we'll see how that works out. If I fall down and bust a hip, don't be all "I told you so." It's more polite to just point and laugh.