Does that mean I would have to pee less if I just stuck with the heroin?

Frammis is a useful non-word. Mechanics use it a lot. "Your frammis valve is flummoxed and it's going to take a brazillion dollars to fix it."

Does that mean I would have to pee less if I just stuck with the heroin?

Poop less too, since narcotics are extremely constipating.

It's a wonder we're not a nation of junkies.

::strikes enigmatic and philosophical pose:: Or are we......

It probably is the tannins, David. I miss my decaf tea. I loved it so. It made me drink more water too, as Amy mentions.

Frammis is a useful non-word. Mechanics use it a lot. "Your frammis valve is flummoxed and it's going to take a brazillion dollars to fix it."

I have a feeling people in my house are going to be hearing it a lot.

Thanks, Cass. Love you, too. Found out about the bomb on "Countdown" last night...glad to hear it was really as little a thing as the news says.ETA: depends how you define 'drug of choice', Hecubus.

I have a feeling people in my house are going to be hearing it a lot.

Me, too. As in, "Get your frammis to the table and start doing your homework."

::strikes enigmatic and philosophical pose:: Or are we......

::adjusts Hec's thinkerly black beret::

The role you were born to play, bunk. Seriously.

Okay, people, I have a question.

When a person sneezes, you say "Bless you." (Or, perhaps, "God bless you" or "Gesundheit.") The sneezer generally says "Thank you."

However, the bless-er generally does NOT -- at least in my experience -- say "You're welcome."

Chatty!co-worker DOES say "You're welcome" in the above exchange, and it drives me BATSHIT.

Here's my question: can anyone figure out WHY that drives me batshit? Why exactly it seems patently WRONG for someone to say "You're welcome" after some one thanks them for a "Gesundheit"?

Because I have no clue why I react this way, other than "It's just....WRONG!"

t edit Answering "Because you're CRAZY," while technically a correct answer, isn't really the answer I'm looking for. I *know* I'm crazy.

::adjusts Hec's thinkerly black beret::

::pauses in mid beard-stroke as his lid is adjusted::

The role you were born to play, bunk. Seriously.

My ex-minon calls me The Professor. When she introduces me to her friends she says, "this is The Professor" and they nod and go, "What's your name again?"

Epic! It's good to see you here! I doubt you're wanted, in a Wanted way.

Me, too, mostly. Just that a couple years ago a very gung-ho cop decided I was "failing to yield" when I didn't pull over for a few blocks (waited until there was a parking lot to pull into, signal was on). That one was dismissed (including the red light that I cut close), but it's made me a trifle gun shy now. Just waiting to hear from W. He'll tease me for a few months on this, but it'll be worth it to know the police computer doesn't care about me.

Maybe heroin would help with my anxiety!

Don't forget the weight loss benefits. The look wasn't "Heroin Chic" for nothin'!