I was jest teasin’, y’all. I don’t really need to know what ACBG had surgerized, really.
All my incisions have lost their original scabs, but 2 grew new ones. No restriction on activity, and I am now on the general diet, which is pretty Atkins-esque.
The big news is that I saw my regular physician, Dr. Mallard, and by his count and scales, I am now 39 piund towards becoming Bobbio, after 5 weeks.
I hope that I’ve lost enough that I don’t scare anyone off when I go for that job interview in Michigan next week. It’s happened before. Seriously.
Dunno. Seems like a case where the people have a right to know. Cuz we’re nosy and stuff.
Also, there are no puppy pictures here to keep us entertained. 
GT
I is a tired donkey too. I had to work the dreaded 3:30-midnight shift tonight, and have to work 10-7 tomorrow. Yes, that’s 10AM to 7PM. Which means that I get 7 hours of sleep, hopefully. And my back hurts. And I want to go clothes-shopping again tomorrow. I’ve done it for the last 2 days and it’s so much fun squeeeee! (signature will show up this time, you will all be able to see that I’m the TMI winner, although the need is already passed.
Clothes shopping is kinda fun. Not enough to make me squee but fun neverless. Especially shirt shopping. I just lurve to buy shirts. I like shopping for new suits and ties too. Pants, sock, shoe and underwear shopping are kinda boring and done only if I have too. Shirts, however, are subject to being bought on any given whim.
I know y’all are just teasin’ about ACBG’s outpatient surgery. I have to go get him in just a few minutes. His appointment is at 9 AM. If the doctor oks driving I’m gonna have to take him out to my house to get his vehicle as it is still parked there. I am not holding it hostage, it’s just since he drove it out on Tuesday, had his surgery on Wednesday and can’t drive til the doctor says so, it’s just been there. I can’t drive but one vehicle at a time after all. Heh. He’s a lot like me in that he can stay home for days at a time without going anywhere. It’s just the idea of not being able to go that’s kinda bugged him. Poor thing.
Brody got groomed for the first time yesterday. Well, sorta groomed. I trimmed about six hairs off his face. He had little spits of hair growing in at the corners of his eyes, so I tossed him up on the ol’ grooming table and scissored his eyes all pritty. Then, while I was at it I cleaned up his eyebrows a little. Man they needed it. They were getting crazy.
All told it took like three minutes. He did OK.
This weekend my big plans are to go to the Farmer Supply Store to look for a new pair of wellies. (“Wellies” or “wellingtons” are rubber boots. I just call them that to sound all cultured and sophisticated.) I was getting my wellies at Wal-Mart but the last (cheap-jack) pair I got just weren’t up to the standards I was used to. Like the Chinese slave labor doesn’t believe in quality control.
Speakng of Chinese, that sounds good for lunch. We’ll see since it’s only 9:00 right now. And I have to go grocery shopping with the boys. So maybe I’ll just have bourbon for lunch.
swampbear: I love buying dress clothes, but I never have any reason to wear them. Kind of like how I keep buying cool socks, but wear my regular white ones every day.
Rue: Considering that I got off work last night at midnight, and have to go back at 10 (did I already complain about that in the MMP?), mind if I join you for lunch?
Rue, I just looked at your link, and my goodness! He sure did need his eyebrows trimmed. I’ll bet the poor thing was miserable!
I mixed together a giant bowl of mixed fruit the other day. I’ve got cantaloupe, blue and strawberries, bananas and grapes. I just finished off a small (cereal sized) bowl of it, and failed to get any bananas or grapes.
I got ACBG to the doctor. Now he’s gettin’ doctor looked at, I guess. He’ll call when he’s finished. Maybe I won’t have to be his designated driver anymore.
I have a good <snerk> quality fortune from lunch on Wednesday and I forgot all about it til just now.
Your skills will acccomplish what the force of many cannot.
<Snerk> away!
Wow. Is Brody related in any way to Martin Scorcese? 
So, I’m really pretty new to the MMP–but do we now announce what we’re doing this weekend? 'Cause I’m either going to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and then locking myself in my house for two days with a carton of cigarettes and Harry Potter, or I’m driving to Maine to keep all my friends from killing each other over a divorce-in-progress that naturally should only involve two people. sigh
Why are humans so dramatic sometimes?
Draelin I say you lock yourself in your house. If the folks in Maine want to kill each other, they will with or without your being there. Stay out of the line of fire. Or knives. Or whatever their weapons of choice might be. And drink a few of BelZ’s Knock You Nekkid Margaritas.
ACBG is once again mobile! The world heaves a sigh of relief. Ok, mostly it’s me doin’ the relief sighin’. Also, I just had some Chinese food.
YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE GOOD LUCK IN YOUR PERSONAL AFFAIRS.
Humans really enjoy melodrama. This is my thinking.
Tonight is Harry Potter night at work, and I am not working. I’m going to skulk over in dark glasses tonight (bumping into walls) at 11:45 or so, just to glimpse the chaos. I’m going to leave before my boss spots me and drags me in. If he wanted me to work he should have scheduled me. No shanghai-ing!
I read O Jerusalem yesterday. I like it when Mary Russell swears at Sherlock Holmes in Arabic. It’s a good book. Locked Rooms is coming out this fall, and so is the new Diana Gabaldon novel. Unfortunately, so is Knife of Dreams, the new Robert Jordan. I am not a Robert Jordan fan.
As a Gabaldon fan and Robert Jordan’s read-anything-the-man-writes bitch, I feel sorry for anyone who works in a bookstore–especially tonight. Don’t let the boss see you!
Swampy, I’ve come to the same conclusion as you. I’ve responded to the mass e-mail (Og love technology) and told everyone (and this is verbatim) to calm the fuck down. (It was all in capitals and gigantic and red. If I could have made it blink, I would have.) I’m going to go out tomorrow and get a box o’ joe, then sit in my house and hang out with Harry. Infinitely preferable to the real-life drama.
(Funnily enough, however, I and all my friends are pagans/witches/whathaveyou, and you’d think everyone would take a weekend off for Harry Potter. )
After preview–I think I overuse parentheses. :rolleyes:
I forgot to answer this–we all tend to favor big honkin’ swords. Which is why I’m concerned for my loved ones’ lives and limbs–especially limbs.
Thanks for reminding me - Locked Rooms is already out here, and I didn’t want to buy it - so I just put in a request at my library. I’m fifth in line - woohoo! When I put my name in for the latest Stephanie Plum, I was 85th - and I eventually broke down and bought it instead of waiting. Fun book - better than the 10th.
And geeze - JD Robb/Nora Roberts sure is productive! I have her latest …In Death book waiting for pickup, and she has another one coming out in the fall!
As for Harry Potter, I will read the new book, but it’ll probably be when I am on vacation in a few weeks. There will be plenty of copies hanging around the house, I am sure.
It’s Friday, it’s Friday! My boss is out, my boss’ boss just left half an hour ago, and we have flexible work schedules - guess how long I’m hanging around? I’m good, though, about time - I won’t sneak out too early. I’ve got actual work to do - can you believe it?
I might be buying a cool new digital camera today! Yay! I got an award earlier this week for all the hard work I do (see - I do work!), and it came with a bit of money, so I decided to put it to good use. My old camera won’t work with my new computer, and this money came just as I was looking at replacing it. Yay!
And one more Yay! for good measure.
Susan
After a week of headaches, I finally forced myself to go to a chiropractor today. No adjustments yet but I got a massage and a muscle stimulation thingy treatment. The massage actually hurt quite a bit when he was trying to work out the knots in my left shoulder but it does feel a little better but I still have the persistent headache (no, pain relievers haven’t helped much).
And in one of those The Simpson’s Coincidence Phenomena, last night’s episode was the chiropractor one and I kept thinking about it the whole time. “Hey, I do feel slightly better!”
Too late Donkey.
Friends long absent are coming back to you.
I had orange chicken today. I’ve never had orange chicken before. I asked what Soupo wanted and he said “Orange chicken!” so that’s what we had. (Why did he say "Orange chicken! like that? I dunno. I asked him and he just said he liked the sound of it. It was a gamble for both of us.) It was pretty good. I’d have it again.
But are you supposed to eat the bits of orange peel? I didn’t because I didn’t know if I should. Better safe than sorry, that’s my motto. But the rest of it was yum. Not “double plus yum”, but it made my tummy happy.
It’s hard not to treat work like the World’s Best Lending Library. I put Locked Rooms on hold at the real library, because we’re not getting it at work until it’s in paperback. I’m not waiting that long, thank you. I will borrow A Breath of Snow and Ashes (Gabaldon) from work, though, because damned if I’m going to wait the four zillion years it’ll take to get to me. And we’re getting something like ten work copies.
I am absolutely going to stop reading Carole Nelson Douglas’s Irene Adler series. It’s damn cutesy and annoying. I will become a completely devoted Laurie King fan instead. Right now I’m reading The Dispossessed (is that too many 's’s?) for the first time. Very good. I love Le Guin.
I’m going to go pick up my cheque, go to the library, and come home for a nap. It’s my Day Off.
<SNERK>
DANG!
<SNERK> IN BED <SNERK>