How awful Robin. If you do have to go ahead with the surgery I hope House comes to visit you, after you're fixed of couse. Because really you don't need a lumbar puncture.
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh good. Because I was feeling sort of bad that the idea of a drive-thru hysterectomy had me in stitches.
I do hope modern medicine can give you some relief soon.
Sometimes I look at water boiling, and I think, "Whoa, the water at the bottom is TURNING INTO WATER VAPOR and RISING TO THE TOP and being RELEASED INTO THE ATMOSPHERE. I'm turning LIQUID INTO GAS. It's a PHASE TRANSITION. This is SO AWESOME."
And then I realize I'm a nerd.
Have you ever mixed corn starch and water?
Because I was feeling sort of bad that the idea of a drive-thru hysterectomy had me in stitches.
In stitches? Oh, no you did not.
Then again, I'm a sucker for a pun, so that had me laughing almost as much as Robin's post.
Oh, no you did not.It was unintentional when I first typed it. But I did see it before I posted and left it because it ... fit?
Sometimes I look at water boiling, and I think, "Whoa, the water at the bottom is TURNING INTO WATER VAPOR and RISING TO THE TOP and being RELEASED INTO THE ATMOSPHERE. I'm turning LIQUID INTO GAS. It's a PHASE TRANSITION. This is SO AWESOME."
And then I realize I'm a nerd.
Smart guys are HOTT.
(Dear Mrs. P-C,
Your son is hott, and I am going to steal him away and force him into an unholy marriage.
Love,
Teppy the white devil)
P-C, are you then filled with an urge to explain to people why the boiling noise gets softer before the pot comes to a comlete boil? If so, you may actually be a member of my family. Which would entitle you to date whoever you wish.
why does the boiling noise get softer before the pot comes to a complete boil?
Sneaking in under the wire to wish Victor and Aidan Felicitations on the Anniversary of their shared Natal Day, and a year ahead of wonders and joys.
DH and I were supposed to leave tomorrow morning for three days at the beach. Oceanfront hotel booked and everything. I'm sick. Mom's sick. I could probably tough it out and might even enjoy myself, but with Mom it could turn serious quickly, and I don't feel comfortable leaving her, even though StY will be here.
So DH is going on his own, and will try to rebook something for both of us in a few weeks. Little disappointed now.