go lick someone's elbow.

did you know that if someone else licks your **elbow, you can't feel it?

it's true.

thanks to my almost-sister, i know these things. i'll admit, i was skeptical at first. but then she licked my elbow while my eyes were closed, and guess what i felt? nothing. absolutely nothing. except for tears coming out of my eyes because i was laughing so hard, because hello? someone was licking my elbow. and that is just weird.

regardless, it's true. and i thank my almost-sister for providing me with this useful random fact and source of entertainment.

try it if you don't believe me. actually, try it even if you do believe me. because it's funny. and you know you want to.


**note: it must be the very tip of the elbow.

gimp.

meet my best friend. her name is currently gimp. or peg leg. depending on who you talk to.

but this post is not really about her. (although now that i think if it, i should have a post dedicated to her greatness because she is pretty great. i'll get on that soon...). this post is really about the boot on her foot. and what i learned while she was at the doctor's office getting it. scratch that, it wasn't a doctor's office. it was an urgent care.
here's the thing i learned about urgent care, thanks to the bff jacking up her foot:

urgent care waiting rooms have the worst magazine selection of your entire human life.

not even kidding. i mean, they must have a lot of prego people come in because basically all the magazines were about parenthood or being pregnant and what you're supposed to do when you're pregnant. now, don't get me wrong. i have nothing against pregnant people. but probs they should have provided a more diverse reading selection. because when i'm sitting in a waiting room, i would much rather be reading trashy gossip about trashy people (aka those we call celebrities) than reading about pregnant people workouts and what to expect when you're expecting. because i'm not expecting. that's all i'm saying.