Well, that’s never happend to me

So, it’s getting better and at a quicker rate, it seems, than I was lead to believe by my Interweb diagnosis. It still creeps me the hell out, and I have had this constant, phantom ache in that eye ever since I discovered the existence of the blood spot of doom, but I think I’m getting over it.

The weekend was good; lots of burgers and brats were had, along with my mom’s now famous potato salad. Dessert consisted of brownie sundaes, with homemade brownies, choice if ice cream, hot fudge, real whipped cream, and a cheery. Tres yummy.

My dad didn’t seem too impressed by my self diagnosis of the blood spot of doom. Of course, he’s at that age where every little health thing could be a signpost for a more serious ailment. He also thinks that if he’s concerned about it I should be as well. I know he means well, but honestly? I can wait til I’m forty for the regular ass examination.

The Boy is now, officially, done with school for the summer. Today marks the first day he’s home with me while I work. I told him last night his first task of the summer would be to clean his room. When I got up this morning, he had already picked up most of his room and was watching YouTube videos of Halo CE mods. Really, he is so much more the parent than I am. I think I’ll suggest he vacuum his room a little later.

… and maybe my office too. Heheh