You guys think I’m kidding about this, don’t you. THIS IS NOT A JOKE. I forget to slap a modesty patch on that dog and BAM, dooce.com is banned from a hundred new workplaces.
Turns out there are four incisions (not two). Oops. Heard the surgeon wrong. DON’T EVER MAKE ME A NURSE. And I was a bit worried yesterday that he was going to have to spend the night in the hospital because of the amount of pain he was in. We were at the hospital for more [...]
I am right this second sitting in the waiting room outside the surgery wing at a local hospital. A few minutes ago I watched a resident wheel Jon down the hall toward the room where he would be put under anesthesia to have his gallbladder removed. Did you guys know they won’t let us keep [...]
Cami: “You know I had to break out the poncho.” Me: “And that is not just any poncho.” Cami: “The email will be all, ‘PONCHO?! OH NO SHE DIDN’T.’” Me: “You totally ponchoed.” (You can find Cami here: camillacombs.blogspot.com. She is a lot of fun and only a little bit weird.)
I took a nap on Saturday afternoon, and when I woke up my kid was wearing these shoes. My mother picked them up at a local store because “they were so cute.” So I was like, Mom, does the image of a rotting moose carcass seem cute to you? Because she might as well be [...]