That there are tribes of potato herders fighting off wily potato rustlers in Idaho?
I love this. There should be epic sagas of their struggles.
When I was in college, some friends and I went into a fast food restaurant and castigated them for perpetuating the oppression of the poor, endangered poato. Yes, the typo is deliberate. Their sign out front was mis-spelled, and we were inspired to tell the tale of the innocent, peaceful poato-people who nonetheless lived in fear of being torn from their homeland to suffer a dreadful fate in the deep-friers of America.
The next day the sign advertised only fries.
Okay, Connie, I've perused our database, and the best I can say with warfarin is: (1) it really IS the best drug to prevent clotting in a patient with a-fib; (2) I'm sure the doctor is already going to do this, but DH needs to have his INR monitored closely.
Biscuits sound like a good idea, Jilli. However you want to spell them. Sip the coffee as slowly as you can and stop if you feel queasy. I use extra cream in my coffee in such a situation, as well. unless the thought is disgusting, as it sometimes is, then I have extra sugar.
biscuits
Ah-ah! Thank you. It's a sad, sad thing when an editor is too loopy to spellcheck. Which is why I didn't go to work today.
Okay, Connie, I've perused our database
I've got the best secret resources in the whole world.
Ooh, connie. You reminded me. That trip in May? Actually in SLC, at The Grand America Hotel on South Main Street, and I screwed up the dates, too. I'll be there May 16-19th.
It's what I get for not putting it on my calendar right away.
I've got the best secret resources in the whole world.
Heh. And if you have specific drug-drug interaction questions, I can find them super-quick.
ION, I took my Dad to lunch at the Cheesecake Factory today, because Monday was his birthday. I am so full and I need a nap. I see no nap in my future. My naplessness makes me sad. But my lunch makes me happy.
Peelin', Peelin', Peelin'
Peelin', Peelin', Peelin'
Peelin', Peelin', Peelin'
Peelin', Peelin', Peelin'
French Fry!
Peelin', Peelin', Peelin'
Though the fryers are steaming
Keep them taters Peelin'
French Fry!
Rain and wind and weather
Hell-bent for leather
Wishin' my gal was by my side.
All the things I'm missin',
Good vittles, love, and kissin',
Are waiting at the end of my ride
Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on
Move 'em on, head 'em up
French Fry
Count 'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, count 'em out,
Count 'em out, ride 'em in
French Fry!
Bravo Gud!
Now I want french fries...
