Monday, August 06, 2007
Seven bottles of beer on the wall...
Yes. THE doctor. The one who was totally amazed and taken aback at my raw singing talent. LOL!
He came in, washed his hands, extended his hand to me and said "if you ever decide to cut a CD, you let me know because I will be FIRST in line to buy one."
Of course you will. Because you are just amazed and awed by the sheer beautiful quality of my voice.
I will even forgive you the nagging fact that you have now scheduled for me the administration of a cortisone shot in my left hip for August the 17th. At 3 pm.
And so after he was praising me for my vocal talent, and how wonderful it is that I have realized it for the sake of uplifitng others to God (he even THANKED me for that!), I proceeded to go out and ask his receptionist if it would be all right if I downed seven Coronas before I showed up for the shot next week.
I don't see a problem with it. Do you?
Labels: dr visits, hip pain, singing
posted by Knitting Maniac at 4:20 PM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
So really ... what happened
Sell a Cow, Make a Friend
One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Dead Fish
The Queen Who Ate the Fair
Conquering My Fear, One Treacherous Step at a Time
The Man and the Urinal
Back... all in one piece
Apparently I have sufficiently p'ed off my husband
T Minus One Day
I'll make you an offer you can't refuse
4 Comments:
BAHAHA! You could wear a beer hat with two straws, kind of like a morphine drip..
so funny girl, so funny!
Hmmmm.... now there is a good idea.
Kind of like the SpongeBob SquarePants ... HE WAS # 1!!!!
Of course, if you aren't a SBSP fan like we are here, you won't get it.
Charge him for your cd the same price as an office visit.. ha ha.
You'll be getting that cortisone shot right in the hip singing in some drunken stupper!
Hey girl! I'm back on the net but don't have email yet.
Hope your hip feels better :(
We're getting settled. Jon cried tonight as I was putting him to bed. He's nervous he won't know what to do at his new school. Poor baby! I wanted to cry too but I kept reassuring him it was going to be ok. There is a school picnic this Thurs so I'm hoping that will make him feel better.
talk soon! I miss my Findlay girls!
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