Okay, I knew c'est la vie. But, is today the day to confess I can spell neither horse's ovaries nor toot sweet?
I want those hors-d'oeuvre tout de suite!
I'm finally back from Minnesota. The North Shore is beautiful and luckily the weather cooperated for my brother's wedding (but sadly, not for my time in Minneapolis).
In other news, after my fourth dentist visit in about a week, I can now announce that temporary crowns are of the suck.
Phew, my editor likes my Dan Hicks piece. Or at least the section he's seen. Should be easy to finish it now that I've gotten the intro and the tone down.
I heard from my friend: "Technically, all we know so far is that I have "invasive DCIS (ductal carcinoma in situ)". It appears that there is lymphatic and/or vascular invasion. But they can't know anything for certain until I have a lumpectomy. Which will happen as soon as we can get approved. Which will happen in five to ten business days."
So I guess that means it's Stage 2 at the least, once its in the lymph nodes. Shit. Sucks that she has to wait.
David, that does suck. Waiting on that sort of thing is sheer torture.
Us too. My first thought: "Fuckin' Arpaio." But it wasn't. Yet.
This is kinda always my thought in Phoenix. The guy is ... memorable?
Yes, you're perfectly normal.
Who want doesn't a spaceship full of fireplaces and pre-Revolutionary War France?
brenda those are seriously cute shoes.
I'm sorry, Hec.
Lots of people hate "moist."
Hah. "Moist" and any form of "panty" are two of the three words I most hate to hear people say.
Hah. "Moist" and any form of "panty" are two of the three words I most hate to hear people say.
Ahhh, don't get your moist panties in a twist over it.
Amherst (but only when people mistakingly pronounce the "h").