If what just occurred is any indication at all, I'm not going to remember anything about tomorrow.
I just had an interview with the Pioneer Press. And I have no idea what I said. Somehow the kids got fed lunch during it (magic!) and Ethan got the last bit of Kim's boob juice from the bottle. You'd think I would have been paying attention to what I was saying, but I wasn't because I was NERVOUS! WHAT DID I TELL HIM?
He asked me what other things we do as a family, and he asked me if surgery was painful, and how long recovery was, and why I decided to do it anonymously. Okay, okay. Some of it is there. I can remember some things.
UGH. I wasn't nervous today but now I am. I was hungry and now I'm not. I think I'm going to have a nervous poop soon.
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