Poop in the mail and on the stairs: Random Thoughts Tuesday

Oh, sweet Tuesday. You rock my world. Shall we?

*Mr. HH and I have a deal when it comes to the dogs. I take them in the morning and he takes them before bed. Indy takes them during the day and gets an allowance for doing so, but that's not part of the story. We've had quite a bit of snow here lately (especially yesterday) and when you're only a few inches off the ground, well, apparently it sucks. Last night when Mr. HH took them out, they were less than happy. Pepper wouldn't even go down the outside set of steps and decided to pee on the landing. Dutch and Arf quickly went down the steps, peed on the big mound of snow where the sidewalk had been shoveled and ran back up. They knew they were going to bed and quickly ran up the 3 flights of steps to our apartment anticipating the warmth of the bed. Arf got to the top flight, he suddenly decided he needed to do more than just pee and took a poop right outside the door. Mr. HH was incredulous. I was wiping tears of mirth from my eyes. The look on Mr. HH's face was priceless. And honestly, Arf is all of about 5 inches from the ground. There are at least 6 inches of snow. I can't really say I blame him. I'm just glad it happened on Mr. HH's watch instead of mine.

*My readers are super awesome. You knew that though, right? All the responses I got on yesterday's post about eating a big slice of cake gives me hope. All those "oh, I couldn't eat a whole piece" people can stuff it. In their face. :)

*The roads here went black (we have a color code for safety-green, amber, red, black) just as it was time for people to get off work. I the roads go black all non-essential personnel are to go home. Despite the fact that it snowed non-stop all day yesterday, they didn't turn them black until 4:50pm. Nice.

*All these Wall Street bonuses are pissing me off.

*Indy went to the German doctor on Friday. It was an experience vastly different from the ones we're used to. We waited all of about 5 minutes (What?) before being ushered back to a bright exam room with floor to ceiling windows. The nurse weighted Indy and checked his height (65lbs, 53.5 inches) and stayed with us. The doctor popped in within a minute of her taking Indy's vitals and asked Indy what was wrong. Not me; Indy. Interesting. They talked for a while and then the doctor asked me a few questions and examined Indy. He decided to rule out some internal diseases (the kids has serious chronic digestive issues) and needed blood. There was no lab shuffle or phlebotomist. The doctor drew the blood himself! How odd. The doctor told me he needed a stool sample. I may have wretched a little in my mouth at the thought. Fantastic. He handed me a little vial with a scoop looking thing attached to the inside of the cap. He told me once I had the sample, just to seal the vial and DROP IT IN THE MAIL! I was dumbstruck. I asked him if it was legal to mail that. He looked at me like I had lost my mind and said "Yes, why not?" Well, hot doctor (Did I mention he was hot? No? Well, he was!) because I'm pretty sure it's against the law in the US and I can't imagine that it's legal in Europe. It's poop! I do NOT need to spend time in a German prison for mailing a hazardous substance. He looked at the nurse who was laughing and said something in rapid fire German (though I understood some of it-he was questioning her if he was wrong) and she looked at me and assured me, that yes, I could put it in the mail and that no, it was not illegal in Germany. Weird!

*I can honestly say I never ever, ever wished I were an Oscar Meyer Wiener Just sayin.

*Where's my bonus?

*Pepsi is the devil. The sweet, delicious, mouth watering devil.

*Mark McGuire is a putz.

*I got an email the other day about Ed Freeman. He passed away in mid-2008. Have you ever heard of him? Probably not. He was a Medal of Honor recipient who was awarded the MOH for his heroic action during Vietnam. He and his commander flew their unarmed helicopter into an area that medical evac helicopters refused to fly into due to the heavy enemy fire. They flew 14 flights through enemy fire bringing water and supplies and removing the wounded. This man (and the commander who flew with him, Bruce Crandall) are American heroes, yet how much air time did his death get? How much time did Michael Jackson's get? There is something seriously wrong with our country.

*Hmmmm....funny sign, funny sign, let me go find one. Ah, here we go! Big props to you St. Cyril. I loves me a truly funny church sign. Enjoy.


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