Punchline

A blonde and a redhead walk into a bar…

So my best female friend and my lady friend spent last weekend with friends in Nashville. Here’s my souvenir…

I’d like to believe they didn’t deface the bathroom stall themselves, at least that’s the story they tell.

KSH

Surgical Bitch

Dad goes in tomorrow to have his back opened up to repair some serious problems. Should be a four hour surgery and at least four months off of work.

The doctors have told him all of his other surgeries will seem like walk in the park compared to this one, so you know, he’s got that going for him.

It seems there is a new practice happening where the surgeon initials the patient in a pre op appointment, which is supposed to decrease the possibility of operating on the wrong person. Seems silly but ok. Well since they will be operating on his back, he now has the initials MK suspiciously written on his lower back. The look is similar to that of a lower back tattoo or “tramp stamp” as they have been called in the past, which led my father to declare to his sister that he now “belongs to the doctor.”

So his sense of humor will see him through we guess!

KSH

Requested Writing

I’ve been told that I should spend some time at a keyboard…

This probably doesn’t count, but I’ll see what I can do about getting some more regular visits in here.

KSH

Turtle Humping & The Ladies of Beantown

For the record, the desire to comment extensively on both of these pictures was very hard to resist, I promise you…

But that’s hardly newsworthy, right? They’re perfect. They aren’t doctored, they’re just quick moments that scream to be shared.

More newsworthy? How about that I’m digging the cute NPR addicted Obama Mama redhead who sent them to me because she thought I’d enjoy the subtle juvenile humor… good work I say! I’ve got something I been meaning to give her since the last time we hung out. We’ll call it a trade.

FYI, the original title of this post, “Hookers and Turtle Porn” was changed once I considered the searches it’d show up on and the disappointed looks on those one handed typers when they got to these pics!

KSH

‘Nuff Said

Dream World

Rarely do I have dreams that I remember… well, rarely do I have dreams that I remember that aren’t foretelling in someway. I’m sure I dream like everyone else as far as frequency, but usually they don’t resonate in my head long enough to remember them.

This is not one of those dreams. It’s a completely garbled tangle of absurdity, which I will layout for you now. Below is my original description of last nights befuddlement.

For some reason I was in WalMart on Election Day. I was hanging out with a bunch of people from work and I guess we thought we had to go to WalMart to vote. Well, we get there and turns out the local Wally World was not the polling place. It was the Best Buy across the street. It was obviously late in the night as we ran across five lanes of traffic and along another parking lot to get to the Best Buy before they closed. We got there and were pounding on the doors yelling for them to let us in so we could vote.

Finally the cat at Best Buy felt bad for us and let us in, but all the lights were off so we had to be walked over the to the plasma screens by hand and get voting instructions on how to vote in the dark. Then when we finished, I handed my little hand held voting machine to a guy I recognized from my days out west, and who I know lives in California. Well of course we struck up a conversation and the people behind me started getting antsy because they were sure their votes weren’t going to get counted.

Now how is that for odd? Presidential polling at WalMart? Rushing to vote before the store closes? Being let in by a flippin’ cat?

I don’t have a clue about the meaning of this dream.

I can tell you I was aware it was weird while it was happening. I was somewhat in control because I remember the hand-held voting thing changing shape from the first time I looked at it and the way it looked when I handed it over to my friend from California. I wouldn’t say I was lucid, but I remember influencing the dream a little, though I’m not sure why or to what extent that control actually reached. Let’s face it, I was trying to vote at WalMart and I talked a cat into opening the door at Best Buy… Crazy what the mind can do.

Any deep ideas from the peanut gallery?

I personally think I got too much sleep.

Have to fix that.

KSH