…or that’s no cat.

Just when I thought I couldn’t get more frustrated at work.

I can’t believe how some people are so afraid of making a decision on their own that they’d rather make 10 time as much work for other people rather than do the right thing. Ridiculous.

….been so pissed off at the world you can’t see straight?  I’m there.  

I am so there.

In what I’m sure will be seen as a hilarious twist of fate, I just purchased a truck so I’m in no position to do anything about a royally fabulous treatment I just got at work.  Maybe next time they’ll buy me dinner before they bend me over like this again.

Yes, it’s another whiny, crybaby post about my knee. It hurts! It’s black and blue and swollen like an ugly grapefruit. A big puffy purple grapefruit. Actually that wouldn’t be a grapefruit. Ok, it looks like a giant blueberry. Like that kid from Willy Wonka, only it’s just my knee, not all of me.

This is pretty cool.
Take a look at this pic, it’s Einstein, right? Now walk abut 8 feet from your computer and look at it. Wo do you see now?

Although I love the fuel economy of the Yaris, it’s just not practical for us to have a car that small. So last night we bought a Chevy Equinox. It gets here today, and I can’t wait!

I,__________________, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means. Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn’t pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it, or lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills. If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:

Glass of wine
Chocolate
Margarita
Sex
Martini
Cold Beer
Chocolate
Sex
Mexican food
Chocolate
French fries
Chocolate
Pizza
Sex
Ice cream
Cup of tea
Chocolate
Chocolate
Sex
Chocolate

It should be presumed that I won’t ever get better. When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the ‘fat lady sing,’ and call it a day!

As one of the millions that grew up laughing at the 7 dirty words, I can honestly say he’ll be missed.  

RIP, funny man.