Thank you Mr. Regan!

I went to the eye doctor today, to find out that the thing in my eyelid is a clogged tear gland and not a cancerous tumor. As I sat in the big chair telling the doctor what I saw and which images I liked better, I could think of nothing but the eye doctor skit by Brian Regan.
So funny!
When the doctor asked which image I liked better I wanted to say," They're both the same!"
When he put that big...thing on my face, I wanted to ask,"Are these my glasses?"
When he told me about the thing in my eyelid, I wanted him to say, " It's okay. I just thought you might want to be self-conscious for the rest of your life."
As it turned out, I could either have the gland surgically removed or just put a warm compress on my eye and that will make it go away.
When he told me this I almost said, "Are you okay? 'Cause you sound like you're weird." (another Brian Regan line.)
The trip to the eye doctor was very eventful! I have to get glasses!
My brother's pupils got so big he looked like Bambi, but I think the only thing we thought about was Mr. Regan!

Little Sister!

I share a room with my little sister. It all works out because she's only a year and a half.
She goes to bed around seven thirty and I go to bed around nine and read. While I read she peeks at me from between the bars of her crib, silently begging me to get her out. I respond with, "Sadie, lay down."
she lies back down, but out of the corner of my eye I see her peek again. Now all I have to do is look at her and she'll lay down, only to peek yet again. we play this game until I turn out the lights.
Now we play a game in the dark that goes like this: I say, "Cocoa,"
Sadie says, "Cocoa."
That goes on for about ten minutes until one of us falls asleep.
She's a great roommate and fun to have around. I love you Sadie!