Complete with fashion model-type leg pose. Sarah had a headache on this particular evening, which I have diagnosed as altitude sickness. Say what you want about them, but I think they're purty. And they can sure put away some seafood.
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Next, I learned tonight that Legos are a Danish invention. Why that's interesting, I have no idea. But there are approximately 50 little, plastic Lego blocks for every human being on the planet. That's a lot of semi-circular squares, which is all I've ever been able to build with them.
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Next again, I assume you all heard about the fiasco with the French soccer team during the World Cup. Apparently, one of the players had it out with a coach or something, and the rest of the spoiled, over-paid, bratty, Frenchy futballers walked out on a practice in support of the original spoiled, over-paid, bratty, Frenchy futballer. Birds of a feather...
I heard (on BBC World News America) a street interview with some French people who are obviously rather put out with their national team. I nearly hyperventilated when one of them said (in an Inspector Clouseau voice), "It shames me right now that I am French, but, c'est la vie!"
Gotta love the French.
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Now, some tragic news. I went to the doc today for some recurring aches and pains. For the first time in my life, I have high blood pressure. High enough to have to carefully watch it for a few weeks, anyway. Lose weight, watch what you eat, exercise more -- I thought that was the normally prescribed cure. Well, I'm actually about 7 pounds underweight and get more than enough exercise due to the nature of my jobby-job. So I guess it's stress-related. Actually, I am very aware of what is causing my heart to work like an overloaded locomotive (didn't tell that to sawbones) and have determined that there is no quick fix. Oh well, c'est la vie. But that's not the tragic part.
I also have severe, extreme, violent, hostile, belligerent, war-mongering, bent on my demise heartburn. I've actually had it pretty much every day for the last three years or so (didn't tell him that, either). As we were discussing remedies, he asked if I still used tobacco. Umm... yep.
"That needs to go."
Ouch.
"Do you have a high caffeine intake?" Do six Mountain Dews per day qualify as high intake?
"That needs to go."
Ouch. And dang.
"Do you eat much chocolate?" Man! This guy hates me!
OUUCCCHHH!!!
"Might you recommend putting honey in my ears and having me fall asleep on an anthill?"
For those of you who don't know me, fudge-flavored, Mountain Dew snuff runs through my veins. And in one 20 minute doctor's appointment, this bird has been asked to stop singing. No Fudge Rounds, no Mountain Dew, and no chewing tobacco. I ask you, what kind of madman would ask Michaelangelo to stop painting?
So, Lord help me, I have to make some changes. Three 25-year addictions must end. I'm wagering that I will end first.
But I'm in search of a new bad habit, if anyone has suggestions.
