You know, this writer's strike is really starting to get on my nerves. I'm not saying my life revolves around television, but I do have my favorites. Why can't the striking writers just come to a solution already? I'm pretty sure a new season of The Bachelor should have started by now, and seriously, what do the writers have to do with that show? Why isn't it on?
In all seriousness, I am a huge Bachelor fan, but who cares about that? I miss Senator McCallister, really, really, miss him!! Just when some important information was revealed that was going to help him win his campaign, BAM, no more episodes!! How will I ever know if he became the next President? How will I ever know if Kitty talked him into wanting more children? (Darn her, lucky girl!) Oh goodness . . . . On a side note, what about those Desperate Housewives? Is Carlos going to find himself single again once Little Miss Gabby finds out he's blind? Is Mike going to be out of rehab before his baby is born? And, I'm DYING to know what that note, that was written on unburnable paper, said that Dylan* (I think that's her name) pulled from the burning fireplace. And those crazy doctors from Seattle Grace Hospital . . . What was Meredith thinking? Why can't she just let herself be with McDreamy ( I seriously can't even remember his "real" name right now)? Will Izzy and, oh, what is his name? See, I can't even remember their names, it's been so long. Oh goodness, what is his name?? Let's see, I remember this joke . . . Callie, Callie . . . Oh, I rememeber, O'Malley . . . George. What will happen between Izzy and George? Will they be able to work past their lack of chemistry?
Please Writers, can't we all just get along? I miss Senator McCallister! I'm so heartbroken.
In another part of the world, yet still so close . . . I have a bruise on the bottom of my foot. I didn't even know the bottom of the foot bruised. And, it is a bruise, trust me, I tried to scrub it off for days! I've never heard of this before, or is this something people usually keep to themselves? At first, I had no idea how I could have bruised the bottom of my foot, but then I remembered that day that someone left my pants, with my super cute pink belt attached, on the floor, and I stepped on the prongs of the belt. Yep, I'm pretty sure that's how I bruised the bottom of my foot. Darn that Someone!
I tried to take a picture of this bruise, just in case you didn't believe the craziness of the bottom of the foot bruise, but I was extremely unsuccessful. I just couldn't get the lighting to work and the picture never came out right. I would however like to direct you here to see a close depiction of what the bruise looked like.
That's all for now. Have a great weekend!
Signing off . . . Heartbroken and Bruised
P.S. The word was Procedures . . . just wait until I post the materials list. I seriously do not know where to find a pancial and papper!