So I am emerging slowly from my antibiotic haze. My mouth is “perfect” (says the Orillia-Maximillian surgeon), but the drugs killed me.
About 10 pounds
Chance to make fudge with Crabby
Expanded wardrobe (now fit into some pre-preg clothes)
Fear of antibiotics
Love of cranberry and gingerale
Respect for Fresh’s ability to run the household without me
A very messy house (running the household did not include cleaning, except for dishes)
More new clothes
Basically, a spring tune-up
Yeah, boring post, but I’m recovering. More Ice Queen Brand hilarity and weirdness as the days pass.