Nothing too crazy has been going on around these parts, therefore, that leaves me at a lull in blogging. So I will leave you with some of the crazy texts I get from my mother. Preface: Mom told me I really needed to see Second Hand Lions. I told her I would order on Netflix as soon as possible. I get a text a few hours later:
Mom: Did I say the move was Two Old Goats?
Me: No, Second Hand Lions.
Mom: Oh, that's it. No wonder I couldn't find it in Best Buy
While I am driving down the road last Friday, out of the blue, no preface here:
Mom: What is that butt issue you have that starts with an f?
Me: Fissure?
Mom: Yes. Thanks.
Mom: Yes. Thanks.
That's it...nothing else. Just a "normal" 6:00pm text from my mom.
Just to sum up, I don't actually have fissures, I have a completely different "butt issue" which is not near as interesting as fissures, which did, about 10 years ago, require that I get a colonoscopy. What I remember from that: horrible shit you have to drink, my butt cheeks falling asleep on the toilet from sitting there for hours on end and Demerol. Oh, how I love the Demerol.
Glad we cleared all that up.
Palate cleanser...my boss's new beagle puppies:
