And Then Some

Cosplay canine style

“One must wonder how one milks a soy.”

I think that every time I make coffee with my soy milk. You would think the joke would get old, but no, I still enjoy it.

I finally went to the doctor to Friday. The physicians assistant was very polite, smart, kind, and she looked twelve. She gave me some antibiotics after telling me viruses don’t last three weeks.  I think it was payback for me telling her I had the Black Death. I’m a writer. I’m allowed some license with reality. Well, okay, I’m me, and we all know I have a fascinating relationship with reality.

Speaking of feeling old, my circus freak was trying to find more babysitters on Facebook. I thought about offering. I realized I would be babysitting the child of a child I used to babysit. I felt so damn old. Also, it feels kind of Inception-y. I’m pretty sure it would be like dividing by zero.

My butt is like a small river in Alaska. When the weather gets cold and stays that way, my butt freezes. I call it ‘Popsicle butt.’ (I have it on good authority that googling that phrase leads to heartbreak. Don’t do it kids.) Well, my butt has officially frozen over and won’t thaw until sometime in Spring. I only share this because I KNOW I can’t be the only one who has this problem. I know it. We need to make a support group.

On that note…