O, Valium. I am getting teeth drilled on Wednesday (a little drillin' now means less drillin' later) and realized I only have one Valium. To do this properly, I will need two. I don't think I can get another in the next few days.
(Legal blah blah: since it's a controlled substance, ye canna call a scrip in; it has to be brought the paper from the doctor's office by hand. The doctor is not convenient to my house during business hours, etc. etc. shoulda thought of that last week, etc. etc.)
The question becomes, do I (a) bug Mr. Perfect my coworker and see if he has any Valium on him or (b) sub in 1/2 Vicodin instead of any Valium? (a) is convenient, and Mr. Perfect does do things like trade drugs with his friends, so he might in fact have Valium on him; (b) is more of a Known Quantity, but painkillers and mood-grooviness-makers are not technically the same thing. (Pain, shmain; it's the panic I am talking about. Luckily, opioids make me a zombie.)
I would not be legal to drive on either of these, for the record. Busses are good.
Um, wow. The ads are here [link] .
I don't think I can click on that link without my head going splodey.
There have been some great contests satirizing those ads. I preferred the entry. "No really. Go ahead and put that plastic bag over your head." but something else won.
Oh yes - Marguerite Henry - I would add,
King of the Wind, Misty of Chincoteague, Brighty of the Grand Canyon and Black Gold.
I bet you can get an omnibus of the Misty stories -- but they must have the Wesley Dennis illustrations.
Timelies all!
Went swimming today. I usually swim in the slow lane because, well, I don't swim fast enough for the other lanes and people have scolded me for being too slow. The problem with the slow lane is the people who aren't swimming. I'm almost used to the older man who does an odd walk/hop/frog kick thing back and forth. He's a regular. However, the couple today who were horsing around when they weren't standing in the middle of the lane ticked me off. I'm really tired of having to suddenly shift lanes or end up scraping against the ropes so i don't hit someone. Grr...
FILL IN ALARMIST AND ARMAGEDDONIST FACTOID HERE
joe, I totally meant to post about that when I heard it on Wait Wait Don't Tell Me. So funny!
The actual treatment involved a thingie (made of the same material as self-dissolving sutures) that releases a steroid over the course of six weeks, then dissolves.
That sounds really cool, tommyrot. Aside from the whole NEEDLE IN YOUR EYE thing.
I just has some strawberry shortcake and it was awesome. Proper shortcake, dense and crumbly and only a hint sweet.
Yum. Although I also love strawberries and whipped cream on pound cake, even though it's not shortcake.
I like pound cake better.
'm almost used to the older man who does an odd walk/hop/frog kick thing back and forth. He's a regular. However, the couple today who were horsing around when they weren't standing in the middle of the lane ticked me off. I'm really tired of having to suddenly shift lanes or end up scraping against the ropes so i don't hit someone. Grr...
I'm with you on the horsing round. But in terms of the man doing the walk/hop/frog kick thingie - those are water aerobics. That is serious excercise. The pool in the gymn is for all types of excercise that require water - not just swimmers. Or was he aerobicizing the short way across? - cause that is an abuse of the lane.
Gar,
He goes back and forth the long way in the lanes. The only problem with this is that he's slower than I'm swimming, so I have to change lanes to get past him. Technically the lanes closest to the locker rooms are for non-swimmers(which is why I go one lane over), but I don't know why he doesn't use them.
