It may be all Ally McBeal-ish, but some days, you just really need a theme song.

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I was angry enough yesterday that even I knew no good could come from posting something here.

Carrie may have asked if Skinny Pork Chop  might need to make sure I don’t leave the Love Shack unsupervised for a little while.

I suppose the roids will wear off eventually.

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I did get a bunch of knitting done while sitting around waiting and trying not to breathe so I didn’t catch anything.  Oh and listening to a drama queen 17 year old throw a fit and cry for her dad to hold her hand while she got blood drawn.  There was also the good ole boy talking about planting his turnips and how he had to fix some axle thing on his tractor later in the day.  Fun times in an East Texas hospital.

Upside? I swear my MRI guy was related to Shemar Moore.

It was the best MRI ever.

I even let him do the injection on the floppy paw.  Yeah, he was that good.

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Yesterday and this morning’s theme song (yeah, there’s a tiny advert – but stick with it)

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I’ve gotten my supplies and have no plans to leave the house until I have to leave for Dallas on Thursday.  I’m off to clean  – because I’m OCD like that and it’s something I can control in this uncontrollable moment.  Plus I’d hate a dirty house if I have to stay in Dallas longer than one night.

If I get around to it, I might even do a little knitting, so happy Tuesday y’all!