Holy crap.

You know, when I was in Madison I'd always point out the Legion of Doom building to friends when we drove by, but no one was impressed (or alarmed).

That's why Buffistas are my tribe.

Someone's tinkered with the colors, unless that is a very old picture and that was its original colors. It's much drabber now.

edited to remove that blasted apostrophe that likes to intrude where it's not wanted

Someone's tinkered with the colors, unless that is a very old picture and that was its original colors. It's much drabber now.

Yeah, someone jacked up the color saturation--a popular thing amongst photographers therse days.

I am rolling my eyes so much at my mother. This happens every single time something good happens in my life. She's concerned that I'm not excited enough about my new job. She's giddy about it, and she doesn't understand why I'm not. She's known me for 34 years, and still hasn't figured out that I really don't do giddy. (Well, OK. If someone outside the family suggests that there's something wrong with me because I don't seem excited enough about something, then she'll say, "No, that's just how she is -- she's just like her father that way." But she never seems to remember that when she's the one getting concerned.)

I'm sorry, Hil. I run into the same thing with my mother every time she goes with me for an ultrasound for the baby. I'm too busy being worried that everything is okay to get giddy.

Good for today: Last iron infusion, hopefully for a good, long while!

Bad for today: The new medical supply company screwed up as expected. They couldn't get through to my doctor's office (they had the wrong phone number) and instead of calling me when they ran into a problem (as they promised they would). They did nothing. So, I read them the riot act today, and I should have a free box by tomorrow while they straighten out their mess.

My mother is the understated one. Sometimes it's hard to read, but you remind me there's a lot to be grateful for about it.

Medical supply companies always blow goats. It's why, though this chair has been flimsy and unsatisfying I'd almost rather ride the broken shards than buy a new one.

My mother just called me to ask what Nando's is.

TCG is even more understated than I am about things.

Medical supply companies always blow goats. It's why, though this chair has been flimsy and unsatisfying I'd almost rather ride the broken shards than buy a new one.

Hell, yeah. I desperately need new crutches, but do I want to deal with the insurance company AND the medical supply company? Nope.