Posted on 03/02/2012 9:17:36 AM PST by Short Bus
You are a gift from the Creator! I’ve known that for some time. :)
Thank you for my first lol of the day! (It’s been a long day.)
Y’know, you are absolutely correct about looking at scars. I personally am not the least concerned about my derriere. After all, it’s in back of me and I don’t have to look at it. (Evil laugh....)
"So when I go this time, i will tell them to cut it the same length as the front. After all, I don’t have to look at the scar...;o]"
Maybe you should wear a hoodie. Hoodie ain't a real word. Maybe it is a wordie.
G’night, y’all! See you in the AM....
I wore a hoodie today. No one will mistake me for a sympathizer. It was wet and rainy here.
It was an extraordinary match. We desperately needed someone for two months, had a three month dead period, and then a full work schedule.
Her due date was an exact match. She seemed very bright and alert, understood English (didn’t speak it very well) and willing to work.
And work she did. Dropped the kid two hours after her shift ended on a Friday...
Aside from the backwardness of their transportation system, Elbonians seen ready to step into most work environments with surprising gratitude that there isn't any mud to slog through.
Unseemly, that post.
Unseemly, but accurate...
Ahyez. That’s how I feel some days.
*tagline*
Seventeen years after the accident, I had surgery to relieve a deviated septum. After being told “don’t sneeze for three days,” I was obedient. But the first time I sneezed after the surgery was the first time in 17 years that I had a pain-free sneeze. THAT was worth the surgery! (Which was done at Davis-Monthan AFB in Tucson.)
A common state of mind after reading the news....
Good morning, y’all! (Some Tennesseeans say you’uns, but other Tennesseeans say those Tennesseeans are closet Kentuckians.)
I had surgery to relieve a deviated septum and then I bent over to pet my girl Great Dane while she was getting up, she hit my face w/her very hard head—you get the picture. Then, at the gym, one of the cable pull handles was fastened unsafely, dropped on my nose, and broke it again.
Good morning, ladies! I’ve made it to my present age with no broken noses. Just good fortune, I suppose, although I expect having a Great Dane is a risk factor for many injuries ....
Raining here. Bill and Tom are getting a late start over to church to help with the annual cleanup. DP left before 7:00 to go sailing; maybe it’s not dead calm up at the lake.
I did that. My son had been with his gran or he would have been in the accident. When I finally got see him, I bent down to hug him at the same time he jumped up to hug me. Yep. His hard little head hit my tender nose. The good thing was that the nerves were dead (some still are) but I felt the pain through my sinuses.
Ironically, 15 years later, he was in a car accident and his nose was the one that was scrunched.
Late yesterday, lensCrafters called to tell me my glasses were ready. Now all I have to do is find a ride over there...
My stomach has the yipees, fershure! I’ll be able to SEE! YAY!!!!
YAY!
YAHOO! I wear glasses, too, but only to see.
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