I don't tell you everything...

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.

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.