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.
