Monthly Archives: July 2008

Nurse this.


Ok. So the free subscription to Nursing Magazine was one thing. The surveys solicitating my professional opinion as a nurse were another.

I accepted that somehow, I’d been confused with someone who was a nurse. It’s not so bad. Could come in handy someday, I supposed.

That day has come.

I got a letter in the mail today.  “I” have been nominated for a nursing award.

I called my Bunny Mama. She’s so proud.

For a true story in which people DIE and children are ORPHANED ….


………… it’s surprisingly hilarious.

Ted, a millionaire in the midst of a divorce (from a woman named Generosa) (I am not making this up) is found dead in his East Hamptom home.  Hilarity ensues. 

“She told him not to talk ’cause, you know, I mean, you know how Danny talks.”

Read the whole thing.  It just gets better and better.  Only Dateline could take a story this cheesy and make it cheesier. 

I hope when I die, it’s this funny.

Let’s just get this out of the way.


Yes, I have lost weight. No, I don’t know how much, I don’t own a scale or keep track. No, I don’t have cancer (that I know of), and no, I’m not on crystal meth (that I know of). No, it’s not a method I’d recommend. No, I’m not wearing baggy clothes to disguise my figure, these used to fit me. No, I don’t really want to talk about it, particularly not loudly, in public, with every single person.

(I do not mean to appear ungrateful for the implied compliments and/or concern.) (And/or the grilled cheese sandwiches.) (They were good.)