...and the winner is, DH! Argh!
Yesterday was the "surgery" as he calls it. Mind you it was 12 fillings, and he did sit in the chair for 3 1/4 hours, but surgery? I think not.
Today he sits and watches "Touched By an Angel" because he is still feeling woozie from his sedation dentistry drugs. The dentist said the stuff lasts no more than 24 hours. It's been 26. Time's up, buddy.
I sit and transcribe a 21 year old girl talking about her recent boyfriends and how committed she is to her Universalist Unitarian RELIGION (ha), answer the telephones, edit dance costume rental agreements, stoke the fire in the house, write a non-profit organization profile for potential donors, fold laundry, wrap lip balm and set up for soap-making (9 batches to make) and DH concerns himself with whether little Bobby is going to be adopted and will Bobby's new Mommy buy him the puppy he's always wanted and what outfit will Roma Downey be wearing and is her accent real or not?
FOR CRYING IN A BUCKET.
I'm done.
That's all folks
14 years ago
4 comments:
HA HA HA HA HA HA !!!!!!!!!!!!
It is only 7:25 in the morning and the day has already been "made". That man, Rhett, we should call him, is the perfect contrast to Touched By an Angel that there could ever be! I can imagine it though, and him gripping his jaw as well, all woosey.
What a dork.
Yes, yes, yes. I will call him Rhett. You have a Dear Sir (or what was the new name you were going to use?) and I have a Rhett Butler. "But Rhhhhett, what'll I do, where will I go?"
I need to rename him the Professor since he has continual affairs with books.
Tell Rhett I said hello.
Ah, yes, the Professor. That's right.
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