Ok I did number two, will go back and do number one.

Tuesday was death day.

 

Death daaaayyyyyy!

Cindy has been kind enough to get her pooping!

If one little string goes crazy, the whole ball is gonna fray!

In general, I don't hit my head nearly as much as I used to...

That was plain mean...but I enjoyed the giggle that followed the angina!

(personal watermelon)

When I left there I didn't take a dang thing except my undy-wear and my clothes!

I have never done a letter of death.

We all say "Hello!" to the curb once in awhile...

I was fine until "creamy" came out...

You haven't worked here long enough to say "Yea!"

Applewood is a terminal diagnosis.

He looks like a dalmation with red spots.

...I'm feeling pretty confident that someday my left trap will stop being a damn control freak.

Still grieving for the 10122 but somehow I will muddle through...

Mostly OUT

I want the 'tink!' but not the 'thud!'

I don't know what to do about my bowel movements!

I'm still perfecting Clark Kent. Superman will have to wait.

I know nada about Rambo.

I have so many people on morphine right now.

You look like you just came over from England, but you had a bowl on your head first...

I start doing something and then I have to stop and do the chicken thing.

It's OK to float, but I hope you don't sink.

If the wheelchair is rockin', don't come a knockin'.

You're blowing fuses AND you have scabies.

I think your dog is leaking.

I don't know how I'm blessed with toes.

Eat, drink, and be, well-whatever......

I feel better with the orangutan...

The ICE is like a free roller coaster :D

I am sir tortoise today, not sir speedy

Can I blame it on cold, fat fingers?

I have no problem avoiding sugar...as long as it is not around.

'Cause I have random things speak to me too...

Sorry, I just realized we were talking about two different weeks...

Drop and go!

 

(that's the way it works...)

In my mind I know what she's on.

He moves well enough to fall down...

....I've been bumping into crap all week.

She's got those bruises from the little thin-skinned people

She talks....she just doesn't say anything.

I mentioned your name and she didn't say anything...

Whoa! Brain fart!

I told him I'd be measuring his weight and monitoring his girth!

You had me at "alert and oriented"...

I'm monitoring his left thigh...

I like throat cancer...

I feel light headed with possibilities...