I had a brain MRI this past Friday. I am highly claustrophobic, so I took two Xanex (not at the same time) before I went. Well, apparently, the second one tipped me over the edge. While in the waiting room, I was evidentially heard babbling some total nonsense about bunny rabbits smoking cigarettes and chewing tobacco. Where the heck I dredged that up into my drug-addled brain is anyone's guess!!

I then went on to expound about how if you want your cat to grow, you have to put it into a bigger skin. I vaguely remember thinking that when cats get to a certain size, they have to change skins or they don't grow any larger (kind of the "gold-fish-in-a-bowl" syndrome.) But their old skin isn't wasted because you just use it for a smaller cat.

From what I've been told, I was the hit of the waiting area. But I'll never be able to show my face at that hospital again!!!

On a much much smaller scale of horror, as I removed the tiny memory card from the camera today to give it to the cute guy behind the counter at Inkley's, it flipped onto my, uh, shirt. Okay, it was my breast.

He stood there waiting while I tried in vain to find it (I wuz looking on the floor!) Finally, he pointed it out; but in the process of grabbing myself to retrieve it, it skiied down the slope and jumped onto the floor. By then it was waaaay too late to retrieve my dignity, so I told him I'd take care of it later and left.

In other words, I'm not laughing at you, Shashi. Things happen. Yep, I'd be finding another hospital too. One with a smaller skin.

Oh, I'm so glad I clicked on this post!!

You guys are too funny!!

Thanks for the laugh!

my my my and I can get some of these where?

LOL...Yeah, I'm in..

Twink were the picture you were trying to retrive from our great adventure???