Well, my northeastern christening is now complete. I just came in from doing a full-on Three Stooges style slip and fall on the ice outside, all while carrying a bag full of cat shit to the trash can. Winter is hazing my ass, literally.
Watch the black ice! Broke a finger falling on that 2 years ago. Also have done the falling with the trashbag, a friendly motorist stopped on the street as I lay there humiliated. This Oct I slipped off a 2 foot wall onto the ground, but never spilled the tea I was holding. Advil liquid gels are your friend!
Heh.... I just did that. We came home from a trip, and I was walking up the sidewalk with laden arms when *whoosh!* *thump!* Um, honey, could I get a hand here?
Leather-soled cowboy boots were not meant to be taken on ice, I guess.
The perils of Texas ex-patriots. Have you gotten used to the cold yet? Maybe once I have a nice, mild summer instead of the blistering Texas heat, I might be able to stomach the winter a little better.
Personally, I like the cold. When people ask me whether we had much snow where I grew up, I respond "well, once when I was in about the third grade, we got a couple of inches of snow." Maybe the novelty will wear off in a few years, but right now, I love it -- give me cold over hot, any day. Heat makes life slow and lethargic; cool makes it brisk and invigorating.
Speaking of asses, I was in Office Depot the other day, chatting with the young woman who is my copying guru. When I asked how her holidays went, she regaled me with the story of a cyst...guess where...yes! For three bags of used cat litter you guessed it, on her ass. I, of course, got to nod sagely and make her feel better that her tailbone surgery didn't take place in a teaching hospital complete with daily site inspections from herds of med student trying hard not to crack jokes (no pun intended).
And along the same lines, when I give blood I always request the aide with the magic painless touch -- I still haven't forgotten the student nurse who created the needle-rooting-in-my-forearm context for your heart-warming, nurturing exclamation, "Sit-up, E! I won't let you pass out! Don't even think you get to f------ pass out!!" In retrospect, thank goodness for your potty mouth. You pretty much scared up competent reinforcements, literally.
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Welcome to NJ!
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May your ass no longer remain a hazy shade of winter.
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Leather-soled cowboy boots were not meant to be taken on ice, I guess.
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I also like real seasons, as opposed to the "hot" and "not quite so hot" periods we had in Texas.
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And along the same lines, when I give blood I always request the aide with the magic painless touch -- I still haven't forgotten the student nurse who created the needle-rooting-in-my-forearm context for your heart-warming, nurturing exclamation, "Sit-up, E! I won't let you pass out! Don't even think you get to f------ pass out!!" In retrospect, thank goodness for your potty mouth. You pretty much scared up competent reinforcements, literally.
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Those fuckers! I still remember that dumb bitch jabbing you over and over! That was horrible. I was so mad at them that day. Grrrrrrr!
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1. it's 58 degrees here.
2. i need yer new address. yeh kin email it to me if yeh please.
*smooch*
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