I was outside the Office of the Physician of the Capitol one day. (Can't say we don't have royal titles around here) Standing around with a bunch of too young doctors with loads of very expensive equipment, staring at a kid who felt pukey sitting on floor. A guard walked by, scanned the scene and said, "Oh, I thought Chaney was here." Big confidence builder.
I'm not surprised that Chaney's phyical would publicly spawn TMI. LOOK, he's not dead! Really. Not to worry.
Nope, just leaping off the furniture.
I want to buy Leif a cape.
It looks like I'm a few months too late for my idea of a Mansquito blog: [link]
Woot!!! My Harry Potter book just got delivered. Now I wonder if I should have a sudden attack of appendicitis so I can go home and read it....
Tell your boss you have to take your cat to the vet.
It might help if you had a cat.
I napped and am not cured.
Where do I go get a refund?
Although -- I do finally feel I could eat, so that's something. Papajohns.com, here I come.
Finally caught up and now I've got nothing to add.
Except timelies, with a heaping side of gronk.
shakes fist at Monday for good measure
Ah! Papa John's isn't taking orders for another 54 minutes!
Glad the appetite is back and nausea receding, ita. hope food is acquired soon and a full recovery ensues.
Why would someone point with a pen at the spot I'm supposed to sign and then not hand me the pen? Why?
You are supposed to sign it in blood, silly.