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As we were sitting in the examining room waiting for Dr. Judy to come in and tell us the results of the blood test (yes, they took blood to send out for a TSH test, too), I said “Are you still nauseous?”
I had my suspicions, frankly, that she’d been nauseous for more than a few minutes, because people who are nauseated do not act CHIPPER and HAPPY and CHATTY.
“No,” she said. “I’m not.”
“Oh,” I said casually. “What time is lunch at school?”
She went through a whole song-and-dance about how it was over at 12:30 no, 12:35, no 12:45.
“So why don’t I drop you off at school so you can go to your last two classes?” I suggested.
Which is when she explained that when she said she was “not nauseous”, what that meant was that she wasn’t “AS nauseous.”
Riiiiiiight.
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So while I was in Maine, my beloved husband ordered for me something that came last week, and which I love and adore.
A signed picture of
Paulie Walnuts and
Silvio Dante!
I love it! Once I get it framed and hung over my desk, I’ll take a picture of it.
Fred picked up a line from the 3rd season of The Sopranos that he’s been shouting out at random intervals. It’s from the show where Paulie and Christopher are lost in the woods, and the line as spoken by Christopher is:
“I’ll leave you here, you one-shoed cocksucker! You know how fast I can run!”
Heh.
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Friday afternoon I was sitting in front of my computer (o’ course), and I glanced up to see a hummingbird hovering in front of the hummingbird feeder. He dove in and took a taste of the hummingbird food.
“Hm,” he said. “That’s pretty fucking nasty.” And then he tried the next hole. “Hm,” he said. “That’s pretty fucking nasty, too!” He went around the feeder, trying every hole, and the verdict was always the same: pretty fucking nasty. He hovered for a moment, made a face that clearly said “Fuck THAT!”, and flew off.
As soon as he was gone, I went out and grabbed the feeder, cleaned it out, and put fresh food in it. The food that was already in there was pretty rancid, since I hadn’t cleaned it out and refilled it since BEFORE I left for Maine. I hoped he’d give it another chance instead of warning all his hummingbird buddies off.
Today, I heard Miz Poo make a whiny sound as she stared out the front window. I glanced up and saw:
Pardon the crappy picture. After partaking of the food for several minutes, he flitted over to the pot where my Four O’Clocks are, took a sip out of one of the flowers, and flew off.
An hour later, another one showed up (could have been the same one, I suppose). I wasn’t able to get a picture of that one, though, because he didn’t stick around long enough for me to take the memory stick out of the reader, stick it in the camera, and wait for the camera to turn on and be ready to snap a picture.
Hopefully word will go out in the h’bird community, and I’ll be able to snap a decent picture or two in the future.]]>