I have to leave for an appointment with my gynecologist in a few minutes (she’s way on the other side of Huntsville), so here’s a picture to tide you over, and I’ll see you tomorrow!
Until then, may all your tunes be loony.
Previously
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: I’d hate for him to be able to CLIMB things.
2006: HOT MONKEY SEX, that’s what.
2005: I can tell you this – I’m not terribly fond of my mailman right now.
2004: No entry.
2003: No entry.
2002: Not bad, since it’s been ten years or so since I read the play, eh?
2001: Resolutions for 2001.
2000: Well, apparently “coke” sounded like “coffee” to the Einstein taking my order.
Yay, the crotch doc!
I hope there hasn’t been a rebellion now that the nameless one is gone- let us know how it goes!
Oh, it was just an incision check (my incision is doing just fine, and my new pot belly (grrrr) should go away at some point. The fun appointment comes in four weeks, when she does the whole inside-and-out exam.
My prediction: she THOUGHT she took That Damn Organ out, but it tricked her and it went up and hid behind my liver!
Hope all goes well at the Doctors. Just clicked on your Twitter page and it says you have “protected” your tweets. What’s up with that?
Oh, I’m just getting spazzy because SOMEONE IS ANNOYING ME and I don’t want them to read me bitching about them on Twitter. Give me a few days, I’ll get over it and un-protect my tweets. 🙂
Actually, you know what? Fuck it. I’ll go un-protect ’em now!
Atta girl. That’s the Robyn we all know and love.