Ow. Ow. OW.
|This packs a punch, I tell ya...|
Navhelowife recommended - after reading my whiny screed about canker sores the other day - that I send Larry to CVS to buy Peroxyl, a mouthwash that would supposedly help with this problem. Well, it is too soon to tell whether or not this product is actually speeding the healing, but it sure as heck hurts while I am swishing it around in my canker-sore-ridden mouth. HURTS. Tears were running down my face as I swished, Navhelowife - just so you know...
So, yeah, still suffering - and now I have an annoying cough to top it all off, which makes me sound like a TB patient on a bad day. I'm sure Anna of An Inch of Grey will really enjoy hearing me clear my throat of phlegm approximately 15 times a minute throughout her book chat this evening. I'm determined to show up, however, as I still haven't managed to have my copy of Rare Bird autographed.
We all need goals - mine are just simpler than most.
The handyman is still here, painting our kitchen, finishing up baseboards, watching us argue over cabinet hardware. You know your relationship with your handyman has crossed a line when you're letting him weigh in on the family vote over which door handles look better with the Britannia Blue walls.
Come to think of it, he voted for the Britannia Blue, also.
At this point, I might just wait until Bunko on Monday night and let all the neighbors vote also. Preferably before we start drinking, of course. Crowdsourcing home decorating decisions is a thing, right?