Jeepers Creepers, Those Peepers
Ewwwwwwwwwwww. eye surgery makes me squeemish. The Dad and I looked online to research tomorrow's poking and prodding and I learned the internet is chock full of info. And icky pictures.
At this particular site there's even a video of it. (Not something to do before eating oysters.)
Tonight we picked up a new set of sweats. Or as I described them to my boss, leisure wear for old people;) My mom heard me and didn't exactly find it funny.
On a related note, in calling Cablevision yesterday I couldn't figure out why the operator was talking to me like I was retarded. But when you start a conversation with," ...upgraded my parent's computer..." people assume you're 12.
"Honey, do you know what a USB is?"
or
"I know, it's hard. But I'll walk you through it. When I say not-blinking, I meant all the lights should always be on."
Hmmmmmmmmmmm....is that what not-blinking means?
;)
posted by irene @ 11/10/2003 09:27:00 PM
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