So A Lady Walks Into A Doctor's Office....

Why, why, why, must we step on that infernal scale EVERY time we walk into the doctor's office?

WHY?????

I think next time when I am asked to step on the scale I will say...."after you!" And see what happens.

You know your weight is then catalogued and followed with a follow up comment. The comment to me was...."Oh, you seem to have gained a few pounds."

{Gasp} "Really?" <----(sarcasm)

"No wonder my belt has seemed a little tighter." (Looking for whole to crawl into.)

But not to worry! After my two shots of thyrogen and my radioidine pill, I don't feel like eating. So, when I go in to visit the doctor in a few weeks, my belt will fit just fine!

The Rest of the BBFF's Story (Not for the Queasy)

Tuesday was an AWESOME day!  I got to meet up with 3 blog friends!  I know you're jealous!  

I had already met Nutty Hamster Chick (Pat) last month when she won the WICKED ticket and we went to see it with Serenity Now (Robin -my sister) and my sister-in-law.  

On Tuesday I was to meet up with Pat, T (You Asked For It) and Shelle!  I was soooooo excited!

So, on Tuesday, I was sitting at my desk at work.  It was 11:50am.  I was to meet the girls in 40 minutes.  My cell phone rings.  I don't recognize the number, so I answer it.

Me: Hello?

Man: Hello, Mrs E?  This is Mr So & So at Such & Such High School.  We have your son Broc in the office.  His finger is bleeding pretty badly and he's in a lot of pain.  His fingernail is hanging by a thread.  He was in ceramics class and a door fell on it.  He'll need to be taken to the doctor to have it looked at.

Me: (Thinking to myself) Oh CRAP!  I can't go pick him up and take him to the doctor!  I have a lunch date in half an hour!  He'll have to find another way to the doctor's office.  Will he hate me?  Oh, I don't care.  I have a lunch date with 3 blog friends!  The fingernail will have to wait!

Me: (after long pause) Someone, either myself (fat chance) or my husband will be there to pick Broc up in a little bit.  I'll try to get hold of my husband.

So, I scrambled!  

I called my husband, praying he didn't have any pressing meetings or appointments!  After all, I didn't want Broc to have to sit in the Office for a couple of hours in pain, while I had lunch!

WHEW!   Drew had no plans!

I gave Broc strict instruction NOT to show his dad his fingernail!  My hero doesn't do accidents, blood, needles, hospitals, childbirth or anything that involves trauma.

If he tries to, this is what happens.......

Because Broc was having this removed.........this is your gross photo warning....see above photo as to what could happen to you if you are faint of heart......(there Youngblood and Kazzy...is that better? hehehehehe)

But, then again, I had no idea, because I was too busy laughing at Shelle's space in her teeth, T throwing forks and buns on the floor, and learning how to make Pat's infamous face!

I think I'm in the running for Mother of the Year....what do you think?  This face for my picture?

Next time......pedicures!  NOT!

My Funny Bone Is Broken

How do you fix a broken funny bone?

Seriously, I think mine is broken.

Scratch that last line. I'm pretty sure it IS broken.

I can't come up with anything humorous, witty or funny to write about. I've had no funny or witty comments to make in your comment boxes. I'm drawing a blank. BORING!!!!

Is there a doctor in the house?

COME ON! I am in serious need of a shot of something!

Someone, make me laugh, QUICK! This is getting ridiculous!