Junival 12, 41 A.B.
Note: I tried to
insert a gerbil here, but it kept slipping off my screen.
What A Waste Of Money
It finally came in the mail today.
What A Waste Of Kleenex
So I'm finally over the bad head cold I acquired some 11 days ago.
Too bad I didn't get over it before I finally broke down and opened a box
of Kleenex about 3 days ago. I was saving that box of Kleenex for
my retirement, but I went ahead and started taking Kleenex out of it on
OK, So Let Me See If I Have This Straight....
Republicans in Congress want to do away with the so-called "Death Tax"
levied on massive inheritances.
I throw up my hands.
Now, About That Metal-Studded Margarine
My newspaper recently ran a small notice informing the public that a certain
food manufacturer is recalling specific lots of a particular margarine
product because this margarine might contain metal pieces in it.
Does anybody know what it means when a hospital reports someone's condition as good, fair, poor, critical, or stable? Ok, stable I think I kinda have figured out after observing it from a safe distance, but what about the rest of them? Is there some objective criteria or is it all merely a function of the nurse's ability to control his or her gag reflex that day? If there is some objective criteria, exactly what constitutes the difference between fair and poor or poor and critical? And if someone's condition is good, what the hell are they doing in the hospital, anyway? Better yet, do you know the name of their insurance company? I want me some of that!
This all comes to mind because Bob Hope was in the hospital last week and
before he was discharged they said that his condition had been upgraded
from poor to just terribly old.
Life just gets curiouser and curiouser.
I mean, I really could use some of that metal-studded margarine to help me forget all this right now if you've got it.
And thanks again.
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