Michelle tends to makes up things.. about my health. Like, she thinks i only have one kidney.. or that i have a brain tumor.. or that i have endometriosis.. you name it.. michelle thinks i have it. She has a big book of medical stats that she likes to read from and imagines that i have the symptoms from the worst chapters. So last night she comes and sits by me on the couch and says, "We need to talk about your circulation." "My what?!" I ask. She gets closer to my face and examines me and says, "Yes, i'm concerned about your circulation. Your lips are BLUE!" Oh my god .... AACK! My lips are blue???? We need to rush me to the hospital! I can feel my pulse slowing! I'm slipping away!!!
and then i remembered i just ate a blue popsicle.
and then i remembered i just ate a blue popsicle.