Been a wee bit busy the last few days and still not feeling to great. I am annoyed as heck because for reasons out of my control I have to cancel my doctors appointment today that I have waited almost a month for.
On a more uplifting note, tonight is the Art opening for "Imbued" at Elderstreet Artist's Lofts. After work I'll be picking up Martin and scrambling to get down there. It should be a fun night. Of the six paintings I have in the show, I included the one I did recently of Cheryl. I am quite interested in seeing what type of feedback I might get from that painting.
After work yesterday evening I came home to find a box on the front door step waiting for me... A big box with the words "Grow your own Mushrooms!" printed on it. I immediately grinned knowing full well the ONE person who would send just such a box...Mom!
I plan on documenting the progress of my little crop of portobella mushrooms.
16 comments:
Hey, what's a matter, and why do you have to go to the doctors?
HOWDY Y'ALL!
Cheryl, sorry fer the delay, I got preoccupied and hadn't checked back. The doctor is for "girly stuff" - not a big deal, just needing to make sure that cancer crap hasn't come back fer a visit. I hate that they are always booked so solid that if anything was wrong, by the time you DO get into see them, your uterus has already crawled off to die.
Howdy Meetch :)
Oh, that's reassuring, the cancer crap..Dammit, now I'm going to have to go wrangle your uterus back, probably will put both Sweetie Pie & Chinga to shame. Now, let me reiterate...Cancer Crap?!! You do not blow off the doctor when it's Cancer Crap. Got it? Don't make me come down there.
MAJOR DITTOS !!!!!!!!!
Still waiting, and how is your uterus tonight? Allrighty then, I'm strapping on my leather chaps, (damn, where's the baby powder when you need it) I'm off, galloping somewhat half assededly, in search of your uterus. I will continue to search for your uterus, and will probably smack into a lot of trees (cause I'm night blind) but nontheless I will find it, or at least bring a dead chipmunk to your door. I love you.
ne'er fear my dears! When me uteri be failin i be fast on the game...got my lil' trusty radio flyer at the ready!
Will load up the faithful (allbeit a tad persnickity) organ along with a bottle of my very favorite tequila and tote them straight away with me where e'r i go.
he he - can't wait to read this crap i wrote in the morn.
truly... i meant not to be dramatic about "leaking" info re: my health stuff. I just don't have the time or attention span to deal with it in a socially acceptable way.
I, uh.....just popped in to say hello.
Texas style.......
Howdy!
Right, I'm outta here...Mikie? Do what your sister said!
Me.
Darnit, look what we've done, we scared Mitch away again.
I don't scared off that easily! Still lurking about waiting.....
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Well, here's lurking at you baby! Now, where the heck did Mikie disappear to?
WHO knows! You probably could get to their house faster than we can! I'd guess, she's knee deep in Margaritas by now. Cheers!
I agree that you should listen to your sister and march all of you, uterus included to that doctor and kick the door down of the clinic, office...
Cancer is nothing to brush off!!!!!
Mikie, come back! I've got bacon!!!
Hmmm...that didn't work, how about cheese? Remember how good that cheese was I packed for nibblies after you and Mom's flight? I have more!!!!!
That's it, here I come.
Right on! I'll bring some crackers!
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