I return from my vacation to find my friends & family in heaven and hell simultaneously. The count among people up to 2 degrees from me is:
1 animal bite requiring ER visit and antibiotics
1 big promotion and raise
4 bone fractures (in four separate people!)
1 new and incurable liver disease of unknown origin
2 breakups
2 acceptances to good academic programs
1 new cancer diagnosis
1 government grant
1 childhood asthma diagnosis
2 new apartments that were greatly desired
If I touch you, either you’ll get $50,000 in small bills or your left patella will explode.
I got one of the good things, so I’m placing a dish of sweets and a lighted votive candle in front of a little statue of you now.
and I should get more info today about which way the needle will turrrrrrrrrrrn…
OW! MY PATELLA!
I am willing to risk it, but where extactly does the touch have to be?
“thank you easter bunny”.
Dare I ask who got the animal bite?
My mother did. She was outside brushing the cat and Pouss saw another cat. Mayhem resulted.
Do I get to pick which one?
patella shmatella
I’m up for it.