Reminds me of Urinetown

"What an unexpected surprise!"

"Is there any other kind?"

I love that line so much. We were laughing so hard and so long that I think we started clapping and the play came to a standstill for about a minute or so.

Hmm. If the brazen is implied by hussy, isn't that redundant?

That's why I was asking of you could be a hussy and not be brazen. I think it's theoretically possible, but I'm not positive what makes a hussy.

I'm not positive what makes a hussy.

A combination of 'brazen' and/or 'shameless'?

Sort of along the lines of tramp stamp, should I email someone to let them know that their use of "paddy wagon" on a website is offensive?

Yes, and hopefully it's just a quiet learning moment because they didn't realize.

I'm not positive what makes a hussy.

Scheming. In my brain, "hussy" is a woman who is scheming to use every advantage she can to get what she wants. And now that I stop to think about it, I wouldn't use "hussy" to describe a man. Huh.

My friends in Tuscaloosa have lost their home and their cats are missing bur the humans are unharmed. Terrifying.

So glad the humans are okay, but that's horrible about their home. I'm choosing to believe that the cats are hiding and will come home soon.

Still no word from my friends. Power is out all over Tuscaloosa, so I keep hoping it's a power outage thing.

In my brain, "hussy" is a woman who is scheming to use every advantage she can to get what she wants. And now that I stop to think about it, I wouldn't use "hussy" to describe a man. Huh.

In my brain, a hussy's scheming with sex, so it's really unlikely to apply to a straight guy, because what do they ever need that a woman they can sleep with can grant other than cooking their dinner on time? And that's their DUTY. It's a right, not something to be worked for.

Robek's Cardio Cooler with whey protein instead of soy is one of the tastiest smoothie-related things ever. Good god.

Hot sauce on my egg whites and lemon in my iced tea? Not a good idea. I am not supposed to eat that shit. Stomach hurt bad. BOOOOO.

I spent a whole day in the hospital over stomach issues. Why was I just so stupid? WHY??

Getting old sucks. I hate my increased sensitivity to acid and spice. I wanted to become more sophisticated and far-ranging in my age, not limited.

I think I'll need to go to the ER Saturday morning instead of Sunday. The part of me with the three week old migraine says "Fine, and can we convince them to try 50mg of Benadryl off the cuff?". The rest of me doesn't want to waste potential lack of pain on a Sunday. But I have a damned implementation at Saturday midnight that I think I need to be reachable and alert for, dammit. And for hours afterwards, just in case.

I can't eat: egg yolk, ketchup, hot sauce, lemon, orange juice, (citrus in general), and I think fried anything might be causing a problem. I was eating up to six tums every day, and finally the pain was so awful I went to the doctor. Millions of tests later and an appendectomy scare (CT Scan? scary) and they told me, "meh, probably nothing."

I hit the roof and wrote to my doctor, "the running joke among Kaiser patients is that you diagnosis yourself on WebMD and call your doctor for a prescription. Don't be that guy. I'm begging you. My white blood cell count is high, my ERB is high. This points to infection and inflammation. I eat six tums a day. This doesn't seem normal."

He ordered more tests. I have a follow up on Monday. He said that it could be an ulcer, but nothing showed up on the scan.

I said if it can be controlled by diet, that's awesome. But the infection is worrying me.