Welcome back comments!

I’m pleased and surprised that comments are back. I was afraid this was going to take a far longer amount of time than it did. DD admins must have bust a gut getting a fix out there. It’ll be nice to exchange communiqués again. I’ll leave a link to my board up for general discussion and messing around purposes, but I’ll happily kill it off as the comment collector. I consider it a failed experiment.

Two o’clock this morning I had one of your basic “Oh Shit” moments as I realized that I never paid the rent for February. I had been planning to pay bills Saturday, but news events of the day kept me glued to the television instead, and I never got back to the chore. I’ll drop the check off at the rental office tonight – with luck my reputation won’t be too badly tarnished.

It rained this morning – poured, really. Then abruptly, in the early afternoon, all the storm clouds vanished. While the sky is clear and blue and the sun is bright, there’s a wind that will happily blow you off your feet given half a chance. Don’t get me wrong; I’m pleased I don’t have to drive home in the rain. But I really, really, really am ready for spring at this point. How about a nice, balmy breeze instead, Powers That Be?

The Socialist said he wanted to get me a ring for Valentine’s Day. I’m not sure if this is to be considered an official “engagement ring”, although he did say I could wear it as one if I wished. He wants to take me to pick it out; he seems terribly afraid I won’t like it if he picks it out on his own. I strongly suspect his tastes would overlap with my own, but I love shopping for baubles, so I’m not displeased by going out shopping for the ring with him. This should be fun.

And now, another installment to the Liver Transplant Tunebook:

“Sick Liver”

– this time apologies go to lyricist Johnny Mercer for his “Moon River”

Doomed Liver, Wider than a whale

I know you’re going to fail some day.

Oh bile maker, you heart breaker

Where ever you’re going, I’ll hasten your way.

I’m waiting for a second chance

A transplant that will set me free

Our pairing will come to an end

And I’ll be on the mend.

Farewell my fickle friend.

New Liver and me.

One of these days I’ll have to collect the links for all of these little gems so that anybody who wants to sue can find them easily.

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4 Comments

  1. "The Socialist said he wanted to get me a ring for Valentine’s Day. I’m not sure if this is to be considered an official "engagement ring", although he did say I could wear it as one if I wished."

    No offense to the men of the world (about many of whom it isn’t true), but it has to be said: Isn’t that just like a man? 🙂

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