and in a post where I’m making fun of someone else’s mistake, I double post.
Yes, folks, senility can strike you in your thirties.
Now, before a Not So Great Debate gets started, I’d like to take this time to state that my name is, in fact, pronounced Jamacian style: Seal-E-Mon. Only booze hounds and clog wearing goobers pronounce it the other way.
Mamapotomus! Thanks for your wishes! you got me blushing now. I feel like that Looney Tunes buzzard, digging my toe in the sand and saying “noooo, no no no no no!”
Sorry, had to do that. Now go have yerself another beer…I am!
(Actually, I’m living vicariously through you since I got called back in to work and am now sitting here, miserable, waiting for my patient to arrive.)