Today I am grateful for eyeball typos. When I slammed the box she gave me on the dashboard of my car after my appointment, I thought one of my doctors was being very compassionate by giving me my very own “super bowl prep kit”.
I figured it must be jammed with little bottles of flavored vodka and cashews and that doctor ratchetted up on my list of people to respect! I’m an Eagles fan by marriage and childbirth but not exactly a die hard. But I do like the super bowl snacks. And vodka, so yay on her for knowing me so well.
Then I put my glasses on. I think I should probably just leave it at that tonight. Namaste outta the bathroom? Not when I start this stuff. Oh what I’d give for another eyeball typo.