Tomorrow I'm going in for that oral surgery that I creeped you out with in a previous post. I'll say no more. Except, to gross you out, I'll just say "BONE GRAFT!" "INCISIONS!" "NEEDLES!" "IN MY MOUTH!"
As if I'm being executed tomorrow, I have this urge to do EVERYTHING I WANT TO DO THIS SUMMER TODAY before it's too late.
I intended to:
walk the dog at the lake
paint my master bathroom
reupholster a bench
go out for Vietnamese French sandwiches
go to the beach
have a picnic in Mission Hills
go out for sangria and tapas happy hour at Costa Brava
I got a little stuck after number one. Now I'm skipping straight to number five. Hey, it's my bucket dude.