On Mon, 10 Nov 2003 16:58:53 -0500, Dr. Sooz wrote (in message ):
I kinda see what you mean. I've always tried to cram the most living into my life as I possibly can, because I'm constantly reminded of how quickly it can be gone. On a less morbid note, how can anyone fail to be amused at the michegas that is my life?
Think about it. Last week at the hospital, the dopey ER doc made me blow into that damn pulmonary function machine until I barfed on myself. Rather than apologize, hand me a towel or anything else, his only response was to tell me to do the test two more times. I mean, it's gross and all, but it's also pretty funny. In what universe is it all right to tell people to blow into a hosepipe until they barf? (multiple times, even) It sounds more like an episode of South Park than anything real.
My husband and my kid spent an evening plotting how to "win" a charity food drive. I go to the pharmacy and the whole staff (it's a big pharmacy) yells out in unison, "Hi Kathy!" There's the little dog who thinks kleenex is a party in a box, and gets beads stuck in her mustache. We have 30 kids come for trick or treating (tops), and my FIL is disappointed that there are "only" six big bowls of candy left over.
Who else has full time kids, part time kids, people passing through and the only prerequisite for house guests is that they don't openly complain about my lack of Martha Stewart skills? Life here is wacky and fun - we sing, we dance, we eat too much and laugh too loud.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Kathy N-V