I make myself laugh, but I doubt anyone else will.

How much fun would it be to stop by a Christian Science church and ask for some Motrin for a slight headache?

I've typed for a few Christian Science patients this week, and I wondered what would happen.

They're healthy people, I have to report, and a doctor wrote a thank you letter for a recipe one shared with him. I don't have anything against them. I'm just rotten and would like to see the looks on their faces.

I wonder if anyone else has ever done that before. Probably.

I think I need sleep.

I think I need help.

Hell, pass me a cookie. I'll take it with my fish oil.

Tranny CD no more

I woke up and *boom* had an answer to that CD problem...

I took the dog for a walk, found the CD, and, although the sewers clearly indicate not to litter with this nifty little green/blue sticker, and, although the city's redone the grates so that not much bigger than a few leaves at a time can run under and parallel to our streets, the people in question are now doing their banging in the city sewers, thanks to a freaky-weird chick writhing with the CD to stuff it down the drain. I hope no one was watching. The dog lifting his eyebrow was enough.

I send my kids to the empty lot adjacent to that lot to play baseball. Sorry, city, I had to do something.

Go with the flow...