2. listening to people telling me to relax
I just can't sit still knowing there's laundry/cleaning/work/wrapping/decorating/organizing/shopping that could be done.
And when I finally did lie down on the couch, there was nothing – and I mean nothing – on TV.
OR, a pack of dogs decides to walk by the house and Vito turns into a jumping bean on the cushions and my stomach.
And watching all these episodes of "Say Yes to the Dress" makes me want to have another wedding so I can try wedding dresses on again.
I'm lit like a Christmas tree. So I've shut myself off from the Vicodin because – to quote myself – it makes me feel "fuzzy and woozy".