Reasons why I found myself humming some ridiculously happy song from Enchanted today:
-I can talk to Ross without him straining to hold in a laugh (the whole golf-balls-in-your-throat thing? Turns out it doesn't sound very sexy. Sounds a little more like 500 pounds of woman.)
-I can drink water. Lots. Yum. We finally have a grown up side-by-side fridge with the water in the door. It's been one of those little things you didn't know could make you sooooo happy. Strep took away all the fun.
-I can eat--which means I have things to look forward to! I don't know if I realized how much of my happiness lies in 9:30 icecream.
- I can swallow, that dang useless swallow that you never realize your body demands ever .4 seconds until you're swallowing your cheese grater. Or so it seems.
- I can repeat back Sophia's comments, that if aren't repeated, (as to assure her she is understood) end in FURIOUS fits. (On a normal day: "I see a tee." oh really? "I see a tee." what color is it? "I SEE A TEE." is it a palm tree? I SEE A TEE!!! I SEE A TEE! I SEE A TEE!! repeat repeat with screams and cries until she quiets enough to hear me "You see a tree?" "Yeah I see a tree" with glee. Go figure. So you can image the disaster when she couldn't understanding MY speech.
- Greys Anatomy, Lost, and the Office are on tonight. Which brings me to goodbye.