Dear Mr. Henshaw,

Or, just kidding. You can call me Nicole. Or, Ms. Nicole (but only in South Carolina). Or you can call me by what I’m more used to: my last name, Bush. OR one of its various morphs: bushy, bushels, B, Bizzl, or the ever stretching Bushtopher. I’m mostly baffled it’s surfacing that I have a first name (see being on sports team). Which I guess is better than Feemzy or Nicki <3<3<3!

Uh anyway, only time will tell if Mr. Cory/Lifestyles of is in fact the most scattered Furman Elite blogger…

When I’m not doing kettle bells and deep squats with my fellow Furman Eliters or enjoying meals at the “P-den” or the “dh” (or the “d-h’tch as Ms. Heidi/Mama Kitty Meow fancy-reckons to say it), I enjoy a good walk, sit or swing by Furman Lake. Furman Lake has a lot to offer someone like me. First, a beautiful view and then, of course, the bird watching. Waterfowl frolicking.

Between trying to get the swans to do something more interesting than terrifying and watching the ducks, geese and the birds I’ll call “submarines” get silly on bread crumbs, I can stay pretty entertained. Unless of course I see a baby duck get caught and confused in a puff of algae. Because obviously, then, my week is made. Because I am absolutely that cool. And my IQ may have been altered by a bad root canal I had a few weeks ago.

Speaking of root canals, I had one a few weeks ago. It went something like this:

ENDODONTIST

Let’s take a look. You might just need a medicated filling. That’s easy. I could have you outta here in 15 minutes. 20 tops.

(DRILL STARTS, SMALL JOLT, DRILL GOES SILENT)

Oh man! Wow! How could you not need a root canal??!?!?!??!!???!!!^^&&^**

(YELLS OVER DRILL)

This is the worst one I’ve seen in a while! Sorry if this hurts!

(CUT TO: ENDODONTIST SHOVING SHARP PAIN SWORDS INTO TOOTH)

          It still hurts?

     (ADMINISTERS 5^TH NUMBING SHOT)

If this doesn’t work we’ll put you on heavy antibiotics for a week and then you’ll come back and we’ll try again.

     (CUE: DUBSTEP)

When all was said and root canal done, I was kindly given this little guy to hold tentacle with:       

Thanks Mama Kitty!

But anyway, before this gets more weird and my post deadline gets too close, I’m going to wrap this up very abruptly with:

A shout out to my Furman Elitemates in this weekends Blue Shoes Mile. Nicely done Mama Kitty Meow, Mr. CJ Styles, You Don’t Know Jack, Bolas, and those who remain unblogged Lee and Jeff. 

Kbye.