The Lazy Gnome...

So, I got my wisdom teeth yanked yesterday. I don't really understand why they are called "wisdom teeth," because a wise person would have evolved to never grow them in the first place! Deals volunteered to take me to my appointment and look after me while I heal...since no one else in my family has the time of day. I'm so glad to know that I'm a priority! Personally, I think she gets some kind of sick pleasure out of having me be dependent on her. The first thing she did when I got out of surgery was grab my camera phone and take some really attractive pictures of my fat, gauze-filled face to send to all of my friends. I felt like a cruelty case on "Animal Cops."
I'm sooo hungry, but can't open my mouth wide enough to shovel anything other than jello in yet. I hate that no one ever calls me to go out to lunch, except for yesterday, when all of my friends called to see if I wanted to grab a bite before surgery...the one day I wasn't allowed to eat.
Deals has work today, so, I guess if I need anything I will just ring my little bell, and if no one comes...get it myself.