Oh by the way, folks,
Today we make fun of some ditzy dame who stabbed her boyfriend because his dog ate her marijuana. At least that's one version of the story. Her version is that the boyfriend kept walking into her knife while she was just holding it.
Yesterday's colonoscopy went, well, just about like everybody's colonoscopy does, I suppose. All day Tuesday valiantly struggling to avoid the temptation to eat anything, drinking the prescribed Sluice Juice that tastes like a mixture of soap suds and portland cement, going to the outpatient clinic Wednesday morning and getting the job done, and spending the rest of the day in a partial delirium from the mild sedation.
They didn't find anything wrong. I've still got a colon. It hasn't half-rotted away to become a semicolon.
So anyhow, yesterday's church pot luck dinner was 12 people including both preachers. The presento afterwards was about the book of Tobit in the Apocrypha. I managed to aggravate one of the preachers by deliberately mispronouncing it "two-bit".
Anyhow, the book of Tobit is just as idiotically fantasy-laden as the "real" Bible. At one point one person mentioned that he figures that believing crap like this is probably what makes Christians neurotic.
And so today's quest will be to continue waiting for the stain to dry so I can put the varnish on. I'll buy a new can of varnish on general principles, because my old varnish, if it's still even any good, probably won't be enough.
Happy Reading Two-Bit!
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