Four prescription bottles are waiting on the kitchen counter.
A vat of chocolate pudding is waiting in the refrigerator.
Bryan and the kids are waiting to capture all photographic and video evidence.
Mama's goin' on pain meds tomorrow, and they cannot wait.
Their memories of my post-surgery, drugged up behavior is fresh in their minds.
Almost like it happened yesterday.
They were woefully unprepared for the experience.
This time, Bryan has promised to get it all on video for them.
I'm guessing it won't be quite as much fun, though.
This time, I'm having oral surgery.
The periodontist will be cutting out some of my gums around two of my wisdom teeth.
Stitches will be involved.
Between the stitches and the swelling, I can't imagine I'll be doing much talking.
But there will be pain meds.
And when there are pain meds, there will be pudding.
And when there are pain meds and pudding, an embarrassing photo can't be far behind.
I'll keep you posted.
Have a lovely day!