I can understand why the PET scan place is way out on the far edge of the hospital, and being halfway underground makes sense, but does it have to LOOK like a bunker?
Wuss.
Get a Volkswagen.
:dubious:
:runs screaming through the MMP:
Subbed today, class tonight, the Y afterwards, where’s the worn out smiley?
I have to stop and say this. I know what the tattoo would say…
I’m nice, dammit! 
Naked, you’re supposed to be naked.
I would say she has No Choice but to have that done.
Don’t be silly; it’s hard enough getting them to pull a wagon. Attaching a sidecar to a dog is just… oh. never mind.
Currently circling the drain with the cranky HR people at the company which, in theory, WANTS to hire me permanent-like to do the job I’ve BEEN DOING since October. Unfortunately for pretty much everybody concerned, the company they’ve subcontracted their background checks out to seems to be pretty freaking incompetent, because they’re having trouble verifying all my prior employment, living arrangements & such, which I had to get verified to GET THE JOB IN THE FIRST PLACE. They’re literally just supposed to fill in the boxes and say “Yep, he’s good,” and they can’t get that right. Now they want my W-2 forms from 2011 so they can prove I worked at Former Consulting Company even though they’ve already got a W-2 form from 2012 and Former Consulting Company’s PHONE NUMBER, but they have the distressing habit of calling Former Consulting Company once a day, DURING LUNCH, and leaving an incomprehensible phone message on their answering machine.
Blurf in 3-D. They’re driving me to drink and I don’t even WORK for them yet. :mad:
Trust me, I am only skimming the surface of this crazy. Sometimes I think I only associate with people IRL just to have stories to tell other people.
I’m going to attempt another granny square this afternoon. I had some sort of Grand Plan for organizing my life that occurred to me this morning at irk, but then the gladhanding sales guy showed up and pissed me off before I remembered to write it down. I’m starting to really hate the gladhanding sales guy.
Just et some beast stew and a green sallit. Sorta kinda sounds all healthy don’t it! Ima head over to the church house for Evening Prayer in a bit. All is good in swampland. For now.
Home, about to have supper. I’s tahred!!!
home - comfy - chillin’ with Ben and Jerry.
rosie’s having a 3-way?!?!?! :eek:
I was going to post, “Kinky!”
You beat me to it.
I hate you, side car breath!
ya snooze, ya lose! 
And you don’t hate me - you want to be me!
Perhaps you are thinking of George Takei, not Moi.
Time to knit the night away…
MWAH!
Anyone got a Geiger counter? The post-scan instructions say DH might set off radiation alarms for the next 24 hours or so. :eek:
I haz
Beerverages
Blurfy kinda day
Jim
Home from Evening Prayer over to the church house. I was slackolyte and didn’t forget anything. I best be careful lest I ruin my slack rep!
gotti maybe the neighbors should check DH out for radiation leaks.
Ok, that’s all I got for now. Time to lie upon the bed and watch teevee until sleepy time.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
Good night, Sir.
Dream of Brussels sprouts and dogs in sidecars.
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gotti maybe the neighbors should check DH out for radiation leaks.
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In a couple weeks is when he’ll really start glowing with daily doses. 