I’m in a rush this morning because the lines at the polls are long, and I always vote on erection day. At least that’s what I told the guy at Wok Express yesterday.
Dani-girl and Maribeth celebrated birthdays over the weekend. I’ll post more on that later this week.
The visit to my doctor went better than expected. He said that he doesn’t have to put a finger in my butt until I’m 50. Friends called me a ‘dumb ass’Â after I told them I have to pee every 15 minutes, and I probably should have had my prostate checked while I was there. Now I’m going to have to make another appointment and beg him to stick his finger in my butt.
The only reason I was there was to get a couple of prescriptions refilled.
“Now this one is for nocturnal enuresis?” he asked while thumbing through my chart.
“Is that a medical term for peeing the bed?” I replied. (What does he think I am – a Validation Engineer or something?)
“Yes. And you only take this when you’ve had too much to drink. Is that right?”
“Yep.”
“How much do you drink in a week?”
“I don’t know – maybe two days a week.”
“So about 10 beers a week on the average?”
“Sure. But if you’re a gambling man, I would hammer the Over.”
He gave me a funny look and wrote the prescriptions. I guess I could have been more honest, but the amount of alcohol I consume is classified. And the only people with security clearance are the ones I consume it with.
Senorita I’m in trouble again and I can’t get free.
Mmmmmm….Wok Express.