Omar Sharif’s Clone Gives Advice
There was a commercial for something that I cannot remember the exact product for (yeah, that was a good campaign) but I remember this very odd woman telling some man over dinner, “Let’s talk about something happy, like magic.”
Yesterday was a weird day. I’m not going to even pretend it wasn’t, but it’s amazing how absolutely calm I am. When I talked to Tammy Lynette and Homer about everything once I got out of the doctor’s office, I was remarkably calm about everything.
Calmer than I’ve ever been in a long time. Weird, isn’t it?
Last night, I talked to Big Daddy and Hello Nurse about it, then we sat down to dinner celebrating my birthday, which is Sunday. I received (wait for it) tickets for a Preds game for Saturday night for my birthday, and the doctor told me I would most likely be able to go if the cardiologist said it was alright. I’m only going to be in Nashville for a few hours. Hit the game, head back sort of thing.
Cardiologist. Man, that is so surreal to even think about.
So let me tell you about the happy I got coming home yesterday. Jeffraham Prestonian sent me a package that had a birthday present in it.
IT WAS A ZOMBIE AND HIS DOG!! I have a Bigfoot action figure, but now I’ve joined the ranks of having a zombie one.
It has detachable arms and the dog is truly scary.
I lent my camera to Badger because she’s going with our chief staff writer today to see John Edwards in Columbus, so there is no photo goodness, but it is awesome. I’ll get a pic of it later.
Finally, and this is the funniest moment of the day, as I’m waiting for my meds at the pharmacy, this very sexy pharmacist whom I don’t know who is dark and handsome and sounds a bit like Omar Sharif was filling my scrip. His voice was utterly beautiful and he had dark hair down to his shoulders and those yellow-brown eyes that folks have that just slays me. Of course, I looked around wondering how this cute creature ever ended up in Hooterville Central, but I digress.
He walked over to me with the meds, asking my name. I swallowed deeply. Beautiful voice, I’m telling you.
Then he said, “Ms. XXXXX, if you take this medication tonight, you are just going to pee, pee, pee. I would wait and take it after your test tomorrow.” He then smiled because I was trying not to giggle.
“I’m warning you, you will be up all night in the toilet” he added. “It will be a bad thing and not a good thing, this peeing.”
And thus, I have entered middle-age. But, I’m laughing. For some reason, that just cheered me up.
Happy HAPPY Birthday! and one glass of the red wine, not the whole bottle. Or the box – easier to lose track if you have the box! Red wine makes me not sleep. I’ve been told I drink too cheap wine… Enjoy some fantasies with the O.S. Clone Pharmacy Dude and continue to enjoy the humor. I really like your blog!
Thanks curiousc.
I appreciate the kind thoughts and I’m glad you like the blog.
Heh. Peeing is good.
Glad Henry and L.E.Hound made it in time… the printed postcard will not, unfortunately… unless you have a Walgreen’s nearby, and don’t mind paying less than $0.25 to pick it up, locally.
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The commercial’s for Match.com, I think. The chick that talks about magic is one of the failed matches.
If you’re going to be here Saturday, any chance you’d like to swing by on your way into or out of town? We’ll be stuck there installing our new stuff, but I have something for you. If you dont’ have time, no biggie. I have your address so I can stalk you.
My co-workers are wondering why I’m giggling maniacally. Now I have to tell them it’s because I just read the line, “It will be a bad thing and not a good thing, this peeing.”
That is the quote of the month.
And remember, with Omar Sharif accently-goodness.
I laughed and it happened to me.
If you start dropping to much water from the meds and your doctor recommend Detrol …RUN!
I will keep it short and sweet if you take Detrol you will be begging to let out a drop.
I am worried about you. You take good care of yourself and do everything everybody tells you to do. And, Happy Birthday my friend. *hug*
“It will be a bad thing and not a good thing, this peeing.”
I want that on a t-shirt so badly. It speaks on so many levels.
I think you should move Omar the Sexy Pharmacist into the Compound and let him read Bigfoot stories to you by candlelight. And rub your footies whilist Mabel and the other pups croon songs of looooove.
I can see y’all on the cover of a bodice-ripper now.
Er. That should be “whilst.”
Teach me to try to channel Emma Thomspon, won’t it.