So I was gonna finally jump onboard this whole “X things before X” bandwagon, with today’s b’day making it a “33 things before 33”.
It was gonna be filled with things like:
– go skydiving;
– sew a dress (i.e. one that I could actually wear without crying and/or exposing unintended portions of flesh);
– take dance lessons;
– snorkel (i.e. without crying and/or exposing unintended portions of flesh);
– etc etc
Except that this afternoon, on my 32nd birthday, I shall be taking Miss 8 to have a CT scan.
Now I’m just hoping for nothing at all. Literally. I want them to find NOTHING. AT ALL.
P.S. This morning my hubby presented me with my pressie.
One skydive. 🙂
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