1. I finally passed the damned kidney stone I mentioned more than a month ago. It’s amazing how something so tiny can cause such pain and cost so much money. Two trips to the doctor, plus a very invasive visit to the urologist, plus three prescriptions, an x-ray, and a partidge in a pear tree. I could have gotten a diamond the same size for less money.
2. Here’s a question for you fellow bloggers: do people from your “Real life” read your blog? I’ve never kept mine a secret, and I know a few friends and family members read it regularly, but they rarely jump in. So, here’s a challenge–if I know ya in real life, leave a comment!
3. I’ve been a satellite radio fan for a few years now. I was excited about the XM-Sirius merger because currently, one car has XM, and one has Sirius, and I had hoped that there would be someway to get my favorities from each all in one place. But no, quite the opposite has happened. XM dropped or changed a third of my favorites, and Sirius swapped their awesome dance music channels for XM’s mediocre one. I’m paid up through the end of the year, but I don’t see myself renewing the contract.
4. A woman is filing for divorce after catching her husband’s “Second Life” avatar sleeping with a virtual prostitute. You read that correctly. The man didn’t physically have an affair with a real woman, but his avatar was gettin’ jiggy with an animated lady of the night, and that’s close enough to cheating as far as his real wife is concerned.
5. A little funny this morning: A lady walks into Tiffany’s. She browses around, spots a beautiful diamond bracelet and walks over to inspect it. As she bends over to look more closely she inadvertently breaks wind.Very embarrassed, she looks around nervously to see if anyone has noticed her little accident and prays that a sales person doesn’t pop up right now. As she turns around, her worst nightmare materializes in the form of a salesman standing right behind her. Cool as a cucumber and displaying complete professionalism, the salesman greets the lady with, ‘Good day, Madam. How may we help you today?’ Very uncomfortably, but hoping that the salesman may just not have been there at the time of her little ‘accident’, she asks, ‘Sir, what is the price of this lovely bracelet?’ He answers, ‘Madam, if you farted just looking at it, you’re going to shit when I tell you the price.’
6. What’s the deal with calling people “douchebag?” Where did that come from? Is there really no better insult than to call someone a container of liquid for cleansing the vagina?