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I had a…Doctor’s appointment last week.  It was just my annual (hi Dad!) but all day I referred to it as my OB appointment.  I may have given a few people mild heart attacks.  My apologies.  But, in my defense, I’ve been to WAY more OB appointments in the past few years than I’ve been to Gyno appointments. So my confusion is justified.

Plus, I’m fairly certain I’m losing my mind.  Completely.

You see, lately, the right words fail me.  I can’t ever think of what I want to say.  And not fancy words, just regular every day words like breakfast or kerfluffle.  The word I want is on the tip of my tongue, but I just…can’t…figure….out…what…it…is.  It’s probably painful to have a conversation with me.

Or, OR, I just use the completely wrong word in it’s place.  Like when I was talking to my friend, who’s daughter’s name is Eva (which I’d just said in the course of the conversation) and I was saying something about our other friend’s daughter and I called her Ava.  I KNEW it wasn’t right, but out it flew.  Kind of like the whole Cartoid artery thing, but on a regular basis.

And, I’ve been having REALLY weird dreams lately.  Like last night, I was on a boat and we were catching fish.  But not fish that exist in real life.  They were all kinds of funky, and I was the ONLY one who thought it was odd.  And then, we were suddenly at a fancy dinner.  And a bunch of my friends from high school were there and, for some reason, some of them had borrowed clothes from a college’s theatre department and they were responsible for returning the clothes in pristine condition.

Well, much to my dismay, Karl Rove was at this dinner as well.  And he pissed me off (that part’s not weird) and I threw a glass of red wine in his face (it was awesome!).  BUT, some of it splashed onto my friend Abby (go watch that video…she’s amazing) and so I was frantically trying to clean her sweater off, all the while lamenting the fact that I’d wasted a good glass of wine on the likes of him.

Totally normal, right?

Which brings me back to why it’s funny that I kept calling my appointment my OB appointment.  The weird dreams.  When you’re pregnant.  If you’ve been pregnant, you KNOW what I’m talking about. Full circle, people.  We’re coming full circle.

But I’m not pregnant.  So I’m trying to figure out what I can blame my current and sudden insanity on.  Stress?  Lack of sleep?

Probably nothing, because it’s just typically me, so why try to blame it on something?

And now I’m pretty certain that the family member’s we’re spending Thanksgiving with are going to plan on drinking a little bit more that day.  You know, to deal with me and avoid any potential kerfluffle.

***And in case you’re wondering, there’s absolutely NO point to this post.  That’s kind of the point.***

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