I decided to add a special touch to my tights--my pointy toed high heels with a buckle--"witch shoes". People kept complimenting me ALL DAY on my shoes and tights. One guy even told me I looked hot. Yikes.
On Wednesday morning, I found the RD office all decorated for me. The dietitians surprised me with a congratulatory happy face balloon and stuff.
The balloon actually kind of creeps me out. I brought it home yesterday and put it in our bedroom. I kept imagining it looking at me and was scared it might float over me at night and scare the crap out of me. So I tied it to Graham's nightstand to make it stay put. When Graham turned off the light, he said to me.. "I bet you're going to get scared of this balloon later."
10 minutes later, Graham got up to get a drink of water in the dark. He yelled--AHHHH what is that?! It was the balloon, smiling at Graham. The string got caught on Graham's arm and hit him in the face. I laughed so hard I nearly died. Who's the fraidy-cat now?!