In No Particular Order

I had my teeth cleaned today. I liken the sound of plaque being scraped from my gum line to that of fingernails on a chalkboard.

Tomorrow, I have an appointment with my lady doctor. I liken the sensation of cells being scraped from my cervix to a routine check for strep throat, minus the gag reflex.

I still have Christmas shopping, present wrapping and cookie baking to do. I actually think I might prefer the plaque and cervix scraping to any of those endeavors (and, once again, Scrooge much?).

No more Glee until April. Woe.

It is currently 0 degrees outside. The weatherman says it feels like -15. I think the weatherman needs a swift kick to the nutsack.

Left eyelid, still randomly twitching.

On the bright side, just the other day, a barista at Starbucks mistook the twitching for a wink and proceeded to flirt shamelessly with me over my venti nonfat cinnamon dolce latte.

Sadly, she was not my type.

When I told Hugh that story, he just about peed his pants while laughing hysterically.

He may also need a swift kick to the nutsack.