I Have an Owie

I’ve been very busy with family stuff the past few days. There is quite a lot going on, and I am doing my best not to "fix" everything. My family is never concerned if they are asking too much of me, or if they are a burden, or if they are annoying me, or taking advantage of me. Poopie heads. Also, I had to have an endoscopy yesterday, and I feel like I have internal road rash because my doctor took a bunch of biopsies. She is pretty sure I am the proud owner of some pretty gnarly ulcers, but there is nothing major the matter. I have a lot of stuff I want to write about, but I am distracted with things I want to get done around the house. Plus there’s the whole I really ought to get a job thing looming in the background.

Here’s a list of stuff in the past few days that have made me happy, pleased, or amused:

• My nephew doing a wicked impression of my foul language when I am exasperated in some home improvement project or another, complete with inflection and hand motions. He’s 22, relax, I am not corrupting the youth of America.
  
• The beautiful leaves on the trees outside my kitchen window.
  
• My demented cat.
  
• My sisters.
  
• My house.
  
• My car.
  
• Men, seriously they are fun as hell, and fun to look at too.
  
• Matthew Perry, I love Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. I don't care if anybody else does.
  
• Law and Order in all its incarnations except SVU.
  
• Good drugs and great nurses at my endoscopy.
  
• Hot smooth soup on my sore throat.
  
• Music.
  
• My ability not take myself too seriously, while simultaneously effectively communicating to others that I am not one with whom to fuck.
  
• Help from beyond the grave from my Dad whose tools, and equipment, and supplies I use every day.
  
• Good toilet paper.
  

If I can teach the world something today may it be to never skimp on the toilet paper.