It’s done!!! hip-hip-hooray!! It SUCKED. Yes it SUCKED. Big time. Super big time. However – it’s done!!! and that means I have more time to do other stuff. 
Here’s the link to the sucky glory of my essay (probably DON’T click HERE) I haven’t proofread it. honest to death – in fact – I haven’t even read it. I wrote it – and then sent it WITHOUT reading it. Not a smart thing to do. But I’m trying to live life on the edge. anyway … it was 1500 words and I resented EVERY SINGLE WORD which is why I haven’t read it over – but my mom said she’d read it – even though she doesn’t want to.
NOW BACK TO LIFE.
I have to tell you that I wrote this super great post for today – and then I sent it to my mom and she LOL-d. And not because she’s my mom – but because it was funny. BUT THEN SHE SAID TO NOT POST IT – say what? Yeah – she thinks it would be best to wait because it’s a little TOO current. So I’ll wait – ohIdon’tknow – a week. Yeah – a week. Maybe next week I can tell you about dumb boys.
In the meantime I should tell you a different story.
ONCE UPON A TIME (oh this will take forever … remember the story of the ugly duckling? Substitute a dandelion for the duckling and a daisy for the swan and you’ve got the jist of the story. 
) Ok so I just spared you 90% of the story. WAHOO!! I’m being economical.
The part you missed was when this ugly dandelion/tom boy/ NERD was like 10 years old she was diagnosed with asthma. But it was a hassle and the inhaler WASN’T COOL so she couldn’t be fussed and then FORGOT ALL ABOUT IT!
Fast forward to Daisy time. I went to the Dr. because some days I can jog-it-up left and right and others I feel like I’m going to kill over after 1 minute! Not cool. So the Dr. was like, “Hmm – that’s strange.” So he took FOUR vials of blood and gave me a heart x-ray (this was last week) – everything came back normal except he said I need to eat more red meat – and THEN he said, “No one in your family has asthma do they?”
DARN DARN DARN DARN DARN
I smiled. “Umm … well … I was diagnosed with it when I was like 10 but surely I don’t have it anymore right?”
[long pause.]
Let’s skip the part where he reacted to my news and I felt dumb. We DEFINITELY can skip that part.
Well anyway … he made me do some dumb breathing test at the lab – which I failed – and now I have an inhaler. LAME LAME LAME LAME LAME.
But the good news is that I go back in one month to see if my daily treatments help. I’m hoping he’ll tell me it was all a misunderstanding. Hey – it could happen. Sure the asthma thing explains a whole lot – but I’m not convinced. AND if I fail the breathing test AGAIN in a month I can be like “See? I DON’T have it – I just have poor breathing test technique.” -IT COULD HAPPEN-