Medical Leave.

March 25, 2003 - 8:32 p.m.
Medical leave

I hurt my shoulder at work so I can't really move it. I have to type with one finger... on my left hand. I've been on medical leave from work now for almost two weeks. You know... it's like one big paid vacation... well, except I can't go anywhere, and I have nothing to do, and I get bored really easily... but other than that, yeah, like one big vacation. Pfff.

I tried doing things... I've watched all the movies in our house at least ten times, and I've read all the books in our house except for Harry Potter, which I really don't want to read so... yeah... I'm bored. So what was I saying? Oh yeah! Paid vacation! Well... I'd rather get paid to talk on the phone (what my job consists of when I am working) because this bites.

*emmett* ~ who wants to feel better very soon so she can go back to work! For the love of God... shoulder, get better!!!

The Ice Cream Police Are Needed.

I'm sitting at my computer eating a half gallon of Dreyer's Butter Pecan ice cream... and I can't stop!! It is seriously so tasty! And I know if I don't stop soon, I'll get a nasty tummy-ache! AHHH! What do I do? I need the ice cream police to come and stop me!

... ohmigoodness... what the heck is this?! *destiny* There's a hole in the bottom of this ice cream carton, and ice cream is leaking all over my desk! HA! The ice cream police... at last!

*sigh*

A reason to put the ice cream back.

*sigh*

Thank you, ice cream police!

*emmett* ~ who is now getting a tummy ache... *whine*

(That was a true story, you know!)

sidenote: my husband was not at all thrilled when he got home, and *his* ice cream was just about gone. Oops... :)

Flannel Anyone?

Yesterday I went to physical therapy, and out of nowhere this guy asks me, "Do you look good in flannel?"

Huh?! I was too confused to answer.

*emmett* ~ who *DOES* look good in flannel, thankyouverymuch. Flannel pants... oooooh... (see profile for explanation)

The Nipple-Stealing Witch.

My husband just told me about this book he's reading. This mean old witch cuts off people's nipples and uses them to control the people the nipple once belonged to. I thought that was interesting... I can see it now…

“Oh, you evil witch! AHH!”

*cackle* “Ha ha! You better stand back!” *cackle*

“No! No! Not my nipple!! Anything but that! Just don’t control me with my own nipple! AHH!”

*emmett* ~ who prefers happy-fun books but respects her husband’s reading choices, nonetheless.

A Witty Woman in the Ladies Room.

This one day at work, I walked into the ladies room to find not too many stalls open. I searched for an open door as I turned the corner… and I found one! I walked into the stall (staring at the floor), and I bumped into somebody. (Apparently, she had opened her stall door as I turned the corner so I didn’t realize someone was just leaving.)

The woman in the stall, this little old lady, looked down at me (she was a taller-than-average little-old-lady), and she smiles and says, “Were you going to wait until I left, or did you want to sit on my lap?”

Priceless. Just priceless. I laughed all the way back to my desk. As I sat down, laughing, I fell off my chair. My co-workers thought I was strange. They were right…

*emmett* ~ who now stares cautiously at open stall doors, just in case taller-than-average little-old-ladies aren’t shuffling their way out the stall door.