(via clientsfromhell)
Story of my life.
Expectation:
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Reality:
I really am a Pooh Bear.. and I’m ok with that.
Sooooooo, going to the doctor makes me insanely anxious. My brain always says “you know they are going to give you the worst possible news,” and then weeks before an appointment, every little ache and pain becomes appendicitis, or a tumor or something. And then when I get there, and they check my blood pressure, I have to tell them it’s nothing personal - doctors just make me freak out. And *then* I worry that maybe my blood pressure actually is high, and I’ll never know because a doctor is always the one to check it.
Ugh. Long story short, I have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon (just a yearly check up - not even for anything actually bothering me) and I’m slowly losing my shit. Help?
And she swatted at me and ran away.
In that moment, I understood motherhood.
Happy
Mother’s DayThursday, everyone.
I do this to my dog…
YES! I will sing this song… often.
I hope Rick Perry never emerges from the depths of Texas ever again.
-Jess
(Source: kiwicantfly)