And miles to swiff before I sleep

This is me, going to bed early the night before my surgery. Whoops! Well, I was going to go to bed early. Really I was. I have to get up at, um, 5, I think, so as to have proper time to shower and shave anywhere that may need to be shaved because in spite of them only...

Le Freak, C’est Chic

I seem to have misplaced the funny. It might be underneath that pile of puppy treasures on my desk, but the last time I saw it was definitely right before my ex pointed out that when he remarries, I’ll need to figure out my own health insurance. Now, so far as I...

Where do the noses go?

Monkey was running a little temp last night, and then again this morning. He wasn’t deathly ill, or anything, but just sick enough that we needed to skip church… and he, apparently, needed to whine a lot. So I was worried that it would be a long day of...

In which I am slain

There were so many things I wanted to do today, but in the end I did none of them, because I died. It’s tragic, I know. I will miss me. Regardless–am now dead. Several times over, actually. The nice folks who sometimes send me products to try sent along a...

Because it keeps on sucking

Um, the surgical nurse called me today for my pre-registration whosiwhatsis for my biopsy next week, and told me that according to my paperwork I am having “mass excision” as opposed to the “core needle biopsy” that I thought I was having. This...

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