Jess and Greg and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

I went to the doctor and got no magic pill. I mostly got looked at by a handsome med student who couldn't remember my name. My doctor was trying to show off to him so he drew me a diagram of histamine reactions and said "well at least you're on medicaid, you can get all sorts of cool drugs for your allergies" I came home with a bag of medicines and I'm still allergic to my house. I think I'll go to Australia... oh wait...

Greg found out that he didn't get the clerkship he wanted which would have been the easiest way for us to stay in the state once he graduates. His dental work is healing over nicely but he thinks he can feel his gums growing. He's not allowed to eat on one side of his mouth for eight weeks. He had five classes today.

We tried making brownies, but as you can see, it didn't help.

Plus, bad hair day for me, broken brownie for Greg.

Once we started spelling it out, we realized how comically ridiculous we were being, and took this picture.

[with apologies to Judith Viorst]