I’ve always had a special feeling about January 17. I sense I’m forgetting something on that day, like a friend’s birthday or a significant event I should be observing. It turns out to be nothing, just a funny feeling that goes away without incident.
Today at my doctor’s appointment, we set a tentative date for induction.
It’s January 23.
(See what I did there? I made you think I was gonna say January 17, but then I went and said January 23. I’m sure there’s a literary term for that, but I think in blog-ese it’s called Wasting Your Damn Time.)
(Heh.)
I have dedicated myself to eating more salads because I’m hugely fat according to the doctor’s scale and any objective measures of the term. You know, like “pants size” and “additional stretch marks” and also “visible huge fatness.”
So upon my arrival at work I immediately ate a Goo Goo Cluster that my colleague brought me.
Salads, indeed.
9 comments:
Were the salads in addition to the goo goo cluster (WTF is a "goo goo cluster" anyway?) because that's not going to work ;)
You're right. Salads indeed. Pfft.
salads. bah.
Gabe was born on January 17th.
That seal it. Shaq Attack and Gabe will share a birthday.
I will have your drinks ready a week before the induction date.
The Goo Goo Cluster.
Actually it was a Goo Goo Supreme. And it rocked.
Goo Goo supreme... now there's a salad I can lust after!
My birthday is January 18th. That feeling you get on the 17th is the urge to buy me a present. ;-)
Isn't the 17th of January Elvis's birthday?
Whoo-hoo! Ironically, I'm due Jan 23, but will be getting an induction as SOON AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. Dr. says at least 2 weeks early, maybe sooner! Hee hee. Can you tell I'm excited by induction news too?
Congrats on getting closer!
Cracked me up.
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