The branches bounced as the snow tumbled to the ground and relieved them of their heavy burden. The movement looked like the trees were waving to me, happily inviting me to come play....
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I recieved good news from the doctor regarding my tests. However, it was discovered that each of my ureters contain a kidney stone that has gotten stuck during the exodus from my kidneys. Which explains a lot, and was good news. While writing the word "ureter" in an email, Outlook kept indicating it was misspelled. I employed spell check, and the only option for correction was "urethera". So I opened my internet browser, and keyed in "ureter". Well, in fact, I was spelling it correctly and there was the definition. Also, a link to "blocked ureters". Since I had a moment, I clicked. Symptoms include "pain, nauseau, vomitting, lethargy, bellowing..."
"bellowing?"
Further reading indicated this was veterinary information, as applied to livestock.
"whew"
I may moan, writhe and wish someone would shoot me, but my last teenager is the only reason I bellow...
"SON, YOUR DIRTY SOCKS DON'T BELONG ON THE COUNTER!"
Peace
4 comments:
Maybe that's where the forklifts come in. Shaking loose the stones in said ureters.
Sean is gross.
x
Love it Elf...the bellowing and Vet piece was a fun laugh quietly to self (lqts)?
I hold out hope on that last teenager! Even with the sock detail, which I like as I had a little brother. I remember a young boy carrying himself quite well and using significant amounts of charisma & charm on a table of mostly 'strangers' at X-n-M's civil unionization. (Not sure this is the correct way to refer to the wonderful ceremony)
My point-he knows what to do...and he will one day choose to apply it to everyday life and people. He isn't his father but maybe he needs to try on that hat for awhile until he discovers it really doesn't work for him. Yep- I am a Monday morning quarterback, and an annoying never had a kid but loves to encourage people who do type! So-for what it is worth...
~PT
Love the little poem...you're so creative.
I've got the flu-sucks been in bed for days, but I love you and I'm glad you aren't a bovine!
that's fantastic news. good thoughts.
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