Frances knows that we're voting for Rock Hobama in our house. Isaac still thinks we're voting for Rosh Hashannah.
That's a good ticket. I vote with them.
Rock the Hashannah! (Shariff don't like it)
Welcome home, Lu. We kiss your smiling face. Get better, hoppity.
Lots of ~ma to Lu. Hope you both have a good second day.
Jesusfuck, I should not check work email at quarter to midnight. I know better. I usually never do. NO, it is not easier to do what you suggested! Ahhhhrg.
Well, at least I go in prepared.
How's this for a promotional idea?
Friday, Oct. 31 at 7:30 pm, bring your SCARIEST Financial Statement to the theater, and we'll give you a TREAT: Half price tickets for you and a friend for The Voysey Inheritance that night!
Our sweet little highschool babysitter supports McCain b/c she is extremely pro-choice - really sheltered very Catholic.
I spoke to an undecided voter the other night who has concerns over the abortion issue. I just explained that there are no pro-abortion candidates. Just that Obama would like to see fewer abortions, too--by supporting comprehensive, age appropriate sex education and readily available reproductive health care services for everyone. John McCain wants to prevent abortions by outlawing all of them, period. Without addressing the root causes of unintended pregnancies.
She seemed swayed by that (I hope she was, anyway).
I sure hope so, Cash.
It must be hard to be a pro-choice, feminist Republican these days.
Polgara once pointed out living from 1-10. Knowing you have to represent your pain on a scale for one medical type or another makes it second nature every time you're in pain.
The ER docs ask me when I go in, and sometimes they assume 10 out of 10. Which is kinda flattering, because I'd be handling "worst pain imaginable" with a great deal of grace.
I know better. Worst pain imaginable means I can't talk, much less get myself to the ER. Maybe today's headache wasn't 10 out of 10, but it did render me useless for anything other than covering my face.
Thank
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I'm not actually bouncing into the ER once a week with a 10. I couldn't take being pushed that far that often.
I'm so sorry, ita. When I went into the ER with my kidney stone, I told them honestly it was a 7, and then I had to wait four hours. I think the next time I'll exaggerate.
ION, quite possibly the best xkcd ever: [link]
I think a seven sounds awful, Scola.
Oh, that xkcd needs to be sent to my sister right away! Too funny.
Yeah, I think about telling them ten, but I don't want karma to bite me in the ass. I went to the ER overnight with a nine, and then come home and have a ten, which, really, more exponential than anything else. I mean, I can't *get* to the ER with a ten.