I went back to the dick doctor yesterday, and had an ultrasound. Again. I got to wait in a different room yesterday, so new dick posters!
Wow! How YOU doin'?
Sigh. White guy.
The good news is, they did not see a stone, nor any blockage in my kidney, and June's blog. Come for the dick pics. Stay for the kidney talk. So whomever guessed I'd pass it and never notice WINS the big prize! Let me know who that was, cause do you think I actually remember?
The Guy Who Sits Next To Me suggested I make my ultrasound photo of my kidney into a poster and give THAT to the winner. It's currently my banner picture on Facebook if you want to see it. I sent it to Ned, and said, "You can see up inside me. Does it make you hot?"
"It's actually kind of gross, if you want to know the truth," said Ned, who does not appreciate my sparkle. Speaking of which, Ned is in the shower, and just said, "You okay?" and I'm all, well, his brain has snapped. Finally. Who could he possibly be talking to? But right then I knew, his damn cat must be in there. She likes to stand on the edge of the tub and stick her head way in there, get it all wet so she looks like Tweety bird, and then her mission is complete.
Honest to god. I've had cats all my life, and that is the weirdest cat I've ever met. I just heard him talking to her again. Either that or his brain has snapped and he'll come out here with a straight razor and this will be Last Post From June. Dear Ned, When you come out here with a straight razor, can you hit "Publish" after? It's the green button on the right, here. Thanks.
In other news, my walking with Slutty Pancakes and one other girl, who I haven't come up with a blog name for, starts today. Slutty P went to the beach, as opposed to the rest of North Carolina, so she's just getting back. But our plan is Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday. You know what would have been easier? Is if I'd said every day but Wednesday. But then you'd have thought I meant weekends, too, and this is why it's hard to be a girl. Hulk would have said, "I'm walking now" and left it at that. This is why not many men have blogs.
Because we didn't walk yesterday, I got to come home for lunch yesterday.
I hung out with Loungy and Sunny.
Edsel is always earnest. Well. Sometimes he's being an idiot. But then after he's earnest.
I have a lot of damn-ass pictures on this computer. Let's scroll down seven times and pick the first picture we see, put it up here. What say you? Hang on.
"Sarah" is The Poet. Who signs in, when she comments here, as MTM. That's a lot of damn-ass names. I like how she was all politically correct like I'm a humongous Jew.
Oh! Also! I saw this on Facebook and died. HENRY!
Apparently he went to the gynecologist.
That is all I have to say about what's new, I think, unless you can think of anything I forgot.
