Writing takes time.

The key point is that I have to keep myself from writing. Once I get started somehow several hours have gone by.

However, I just had to share this latest visit to my doctor for my annual physical.  He’s been my doctor for years, is just little older than I with pale hair, faded freckles and the slightly startled look of a newborn.

I’m sitting on the examination table in my fetching paper gown.

Door opens, in walks my doctor. He asks me the usual questions about how I’m feeling and my overall health.

Then he surprises me.

Doctor: Want a flu shot?
Ms. Q: What?! No. Not really
Doctor: Why not?
Ms. Q: I don’t like shots.
Doctor: But this is a flu shot – you don’t want to get the flu, do you?
Ms. Q: No. But I heard there might be side effects.
Doctor: Do you watch Fox News?
Ms. Q: [What? Huh?] No. I don’t watch TV. Why?
Doctor: Fox News thinks that flu shots are part of some conspiracy. You know, black helicopters, that type of thing.
Ms. Q: Uh…huh.
Doctor: It’s all a plot to scare everyone from a non-existent danger.
Ms. Q: Oh. Well, I don’t watch TV.
Doctor: So let me give you a flu shot.
Ms. Q: I just gave blood. I don’t want any more needles!
Doctor: I think you should. I have a bad feeling about this year’s flu season.
Ms. Q: Ugh. But I heard there are side effects.
Doctor: Yes. The SIDE EFFECT is that you DON’T GET THE FLU.

Score one for my doctor! Humor wins! And he really does have my best interest at heart.

I got the H1N1 vaccination.  A quick jab in the right shoulder.

I also recalled that I was due for a tetanus booster so he jabbed me in my left shoulder.

So that was my Friday morning.

My plans for tonight?

Pizza!

Cholesterol test is done…it’s time for some melted fat!

……………………………………..

Yep, what you’re looking at is probably worn by women across America.

The classic Baggy Gray Sweatpants.

Fetching, no?

This is part of my working-from-home outfit during the winter months.

The beauty of the Classic Gray Sweatpants is they are not only cozy but they will match any of my many Incredibly Large cotton tee shirts.

Check out one of my favorites:

Someone who loves me chewed a lotta gum to get me this!

As comfy-cozy as my Classic Gray Sweatpants are, I wouldn’t mind giving them up for a special man.

Special Man raising a single brow: “Boy. You look so HOT in those sweatpants.”

Ms. Q raising a brow in return: “Uh-huh. So ya think so?”

Special Man: “Yeah. Way too hot. Like…too hot to be wearing them…”

Fade to black …
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Game Warden: Do you have a fishing license?

Woman: No. I’m not fishing. I’m reading a book.

Game Warden: You got the equipment for fishing in there so I’m going to have to write you a citation.

Woman: You do that and I’m going to have to charge you with sexual molestation.

Game Warden: Lady, I never sexually molested you!

Woman: But you got the equipment for it!

Note: Taken at the Tate Modern in London, May 2007.   This is the type of art that has you cocking your head and asking yourself, “Is this art?”

My answer: Not particularly creative. But ties in nicely with the post.

All word choices are intentional.  No Freudian slips here.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

These are my running shoes on the trail …

These are my running shoes on drugs …

Any questions?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

One thing leads to another and you find yourself unexpectedly spending the night.

Your (yippee!) lover thoughtfully hands you a spare toothbrush and his tube of toothpaste.

You finish brushing and then hunt around for some floss.

Mouthwash, shaving cream, foot spray, deodorant, Tylenol…no floss.

You open the bathroom door and stick your head out.

“Hey! I can’t find the floss!”

“I don’t use it.” you hear from the bedroom.

Pause here.

What would be running through your head right now?

Are you thinking about the barbeque ribs and spinach salad you had for dinner?

Are you thinking:

“Yippee! snacks for later!” or “Yuck! Leftovers!” ??

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .