I HATE the Arabs or the Chinese or whoever it is that I just (more or less) purchased my gas from. The price of gas is getting really ri-gosh-dang-diculous. Can we just talk about this for a minute? I mean, I went to fill up Agent Mulder’s 14 gallon tank this morning, and the total came to $57.84. I thought someone was ripping me off. I’m used to paying a lot for fuel, (hell, we all are) but I’m so over this. I know this is debatable, but I reallllllllly wish us United Statians could start digging for our own oil. We can build atomic bombs, we have a kick-ass armed forces, we are the brain children of incredibly lame shows like The Bachelor and The Girls Next Door, our unemployment is fairly low, we enforce laws and are otherwise not barbaric, so why must I go to the gas station and leave sans 60 bucks? (I bought a soda and some Famous Amos Cookies, too. Kinda regretting my lunch now. Can I even afford it?!) So, you know. I’m just saying. This blows.
Moving on. I hope everyone had a nice Memorial Day, yes? I didn’t go to a single graveyard, but I did, however; go bowling and beat my old high score. I bowled a 153. Shut up, jerks. That’s good. That was like, three strikes and four spares. I’m pretty sure my bowling magnificence is due to
a) my fluorescent pink pimped out ball, Cade’s Mama
b) my Boost fortified limbs with strength anew
c) a whole lotta skill
So I was happy. What better way to support our veterans than with a high score of bowling? I’m not sure.
I’m also optimistic, because I think I’ve worked out a way to not rip out my NG tube and strip off all my clothes and run around my neighborhood going crazy and screaming curses, having gone mad from being tubaged for so long, and also I’ve figured out a way to not get the PEG tube, either. Who wants icky surgery? I’m going to run it by the old treatment team today. But even if they say no, I’ll still do it anyway, because it’s brilliant. Take out the tube every morning, and place it myself every night to get boosted up. That way no one will have to see this nasty tube anymore except husband and me in the privacy of mi casa. Perfect, yes? Why didn't we think of this earlier? (Thanks, Courtney, for the tips...:)