I just got my schedule for the foreign animal disease seminar I’m attending Thursday. There’s a catered lunch there, which I didn’t know about. A real lunch, on the State. Not one of those tables with graze-as-you-go doughnuts and stale coffee like they usually provide, but a sit-down and waiters in funny looking uniforms bring it to you genuine lunch, scheduled for 12:00.
Guess what time I’m supposed to stop eating in preparation for Friday’s procedure? 12:00.
I guess my crack about packing lime Jello really wasn’t a joke after all.
Can you believe the directions specify that I can’t even have red Jello before hand? Or purple? That limits the choices rather severely. I can have all the chicken boullion I want though. Or ginger ale. And, of course, green jello.