WOYWW 151

I'm back home and posting only because I took the time to stage my photo yesterday and what good is it to anyone if I don't post it here?!  Even though I have a good excuse, I'm running a very large number on The List at this point.  I may double down on my bet.  And you, for sure, get double points if you even stop in here!  But first let me explain to any newcomer, that my odd, even for me, photos are for Julia's Stamping Ground What's On Your Workdesk? Wednesday blog, where you post a photo of your workdesk and then go around poking your nose in the business of other workdesks.  Don't scoff, it's addicting.  Check it out if you don't believe me.

I'm still heavily medicated so don't judge.  I was only mildly medicated when I took these photoslate yesterday afternoon, however, so feel free to judge them.  (Argh, a "photoslate" is an unusual type of rock found when the two words "photos" and "late" are run together in typo fashion.)

If you are over 50, you should recognize that jug.  If you don't, and you're over 50, shame on you - get on it.  Here's a close-up:

Enough said. 

And the sign, which you probably have to click to see, say's "Closed Til Next Week."  I meant that to mean that the WOYWWers won't see any crafting on my desk today, and if they only visit on Wednesdays, they won't see any crafting until next week.  The rest of you can come 'round nearly every day for crafting and who-knows-what-goofing-off.

And, OBTW, if any of you are handwriting experts, what does it say about a person who starts out writing in all capital letters and ends up writing in Initial-Cap-Small-Letters within the span of only four words?  Don't tell me unless it means that person is some kind of unbelievable genius.

Okay, just a quick amuse mon  before I nap, (which I call "nappy-noodle" because my DDIL coined that adorable term when the twins were just wee babies), and before the drugs wear off, I have to share this conversation which transpired as the sweet little nurse, who looked to be about 15, was trying to insert my IV.  The first time she used the expression, I let it go, but when she had to make a second go of it, I couldn't help myself:

Nurse:  "Okay, now, you're going to feel a little prick."

Me:  "Excuse me.  What did you call me?"

Nurse:  "Oh!  Oooh!  You really got me for a second!  I was thinking, 'Oh my, did I really just call this old lady a prick?"  Chuckle.

Me:  Dazed silence.

I did NOT say, what I wanted to say, which was:  "Sweetheart, you may feel free to call me a prick anytime, but please don't call me an old lady!"

Did I or did I not show enormous restraint?!  Bless her heart.

(Some of you thought I was going to say something else after that initial nurse comment, diduncha?  Bless your hearts.)

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