In other news, my wife is going in for surgery tomorrow. Apparently, one of the relatively common side effects of pregnancy is a trashed gall bladder. So tomorrow, the gall bladder comes out.
The weird thing is: while she's not excited about the prospect of surgery, she is excited about the scars. Don't ask me, cause I don't understand.
The weird thing is: while she's not excited about the prospect of surgery, she is excited about the scars. Don't ask me, cause I don't understand.
posted by Just a Few Things about Scott ... | 10:36 AM
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Scott--this makes complete sense.
If she gets a scar, then the value of he "rep" goes up. And as we all know, there's a direct relationship between "rep" and "respect", kno'm sayin'?
Don't know why you've not previously recognize this.
All our thoughts and prayers toward this surgery. They do a billion a year, let's hope tomorrow is another routine billion and one.
So, I never did post - but I did pray everything went ok. And now that it's been a day, were the scars everything she hoped they would be? I only have two scars. One from stabbing a pocket knife into a tree and having it fold onto my finger (that hurt) and one one my knee from being pulled off my skateboard because I opened an umbrella twice my size and was briefly Mary Poppins.
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