For instance, when I’m all pissy and I say mean things, I don’t tell you all the mean things I say. When Mike is a bundle of nerves and stress and is a butt head, I don’t tell you that. When I’m on my period and bloated and cranky… I don’t tell you that either.
When I have a friend come over to take naked pictures of me with a microphone covering one nipple and a martini covering the other? Nope, I don’t tell you that either. I may tell you that I don’t tell you that, but I totally don’t TELL you that.
So it should be no surprise to you that I didn’t tell you that almost a week ago I hurt my shoulder and that every night when I try to go to sleep it hurts.
So I’m not telling you any of those things I just said I’m not telling you, but maybe, just maybe I might tell you that if my shoulder isn’t feeling better by next week I’m going to have to give my doctor a little ring-a-ding to see what the hell is wrong with my sore shoulder.
Or maybe I just want him to dope me up.
Either way… Ouch.