Sorry for the lack of posts...been a bit under the weather this past week-end. Pretty much just slept, got up to try to eat something, then went back to sleep. Now I know what it must be like to be a dog. And I say this because they were beside me the entire time, far as I know.
But I'm better today, and up and about. And for unrelated reasons, I had to go to the doctor's office this morning. I wandered in, got called into the back by the nurse.
"Up on the scale, fat boy", she said. Well ok, maybe she didn't say it like that, but only because she's tactful.
"You can empty your pockets over on that tray to get your true weight," she directed.
So I did. And she broke out laughing. "Oh, God," she said. "I love West Virginia".
The contents of said pockets:
What's in your pockets?