I wonder when, if ever, I will stop freaking out every time I get pains in my right side. Seriously. Ever since one of my cousins had appendicitis when we were kids I’ve been incredibly paranoid about it. It’s weird because I’m not much of a hypochondriac about many things but with my appendix I am. I always said that if I ever needed surgery for something unrelated in that general area, I would bribe the surgeon to take my appendix out while in there anyway.

The worst part is that I can never actually remember where it is, so I always end up going, “Ow. Ow, oh my GOD, ow! Shit. Is that where my appendix is? I forget!” This is why the Internet is a wonderful thing, because I can now look it up thanks to Dr. Google and I can stop calling my mother and hysterically shrieking, “Is the appendix on the left or the right?!” Which is good because my mother’s response to my hysteria is usually, “Can you do jumping jacks? Yes? Then it’s not appendicitis.”

My right side hurts. A lot. I’ve looked at five different medical sites to memorize the symptoms. And yet I guarantee you that a week from now I’d still forget that it’s on the right.

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Breanna has seen me blow dry my hair enough that she knows exactly what to do with one. Hayley’s toy hair dryer for her vanity is battery operated with a very soft fan (even if you jam a finger in there, it doesn’t hurt, I tested) and Breanna loves when I turn it on and pretend to dry her hair. Then she grabbed it and started “drying” Hayley’s hair too. It’s like Beauty School in that room.

(And now I can’t for the life of me get “Beauty School Dropout” out of my head. What? You too? You’re welcome.)

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Today I remembered that I was supposed to have something published in December so I went to look. It’s there. And it was exciting to see my writing there with a byline and all. It would have been even more exciting if it hadn’t been edited so much, but eh. I used to be an editor once upon a lifetime in college, so I know how it goes. Still, phooey. The original one I wrote here was much better, in my really-not-so-humble opinion.

But published again! Yay!

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I’ve been having fun playing with the macro feature on my camera. Being able to do macro shots was something I always wanted to be able to do and never could. Aside from the fact that I clearly have no concept of what two inches means (I often end up being a little too close), I’m slowly getting better and learning.

The drawback is that when I see the pictures, I tend to have an overwhelming urge to lick my screen since food is great fun with the macro setting.

(Those are the strawberries on the cake we had at our friends’ house on New Year’s Eve. It was almost as good as the turkey.)

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Writing a post every single day in November AND December short circuited my brain. It took a lot of energy to think up this post. Good night.