A very sexually active woman tells her plastic surgeon that she wants her vaginal lips reduced in size because they had become loose and flapping. Out of embarrassment she insisted that the surgery be kept a secret and the surgeon agreed.
Awakening from the anesthesia after the surgery she found three roses carefully placed beside her on the bed. Outraged, she immediately calls in the doctor. “I thought I asked you not to tell anyone about my operation!”
The surgeon told her he had carried out her wish for confidentiality and that the first rose was from him: “I felt sad because you went through this all by yourself.”
“The second rose is from my nurse. She assisted me in the surgery and empathized because she had the same procedure done some time ago.”
“And what about the third rose?” she asked. “Oh, that rose is from a man upstairs in the burn unit. He wanted to thank you for his new ears.”
I worked from home today, starting off with a long, arduous note “summarizing” what I said at Tuesday’s meeting, which actually turned out to contain more details than what I actually said at the meeting. Bless my mess.
I had a visit with Adrienne today, and we caught up on, what we finally determined was close to two years, of not seeing each other.
She’ had left me a note on my door on Sunday, which ended with, “I’m living back in Raleigh, now. Near here.”
I thought, then, “I’ll bet she’s back at her townhouse, and , hmm, she used ‘I’ instead of ‘we.’ I wonder if she has separated from Waddell.”
As it turned out, her divorce was final mid-May, and she caught me up on how that all came to be.
It was a really nice chat, and we agreed to “be in touch.”
I met with Garrett, Sarah, and Kim to update the N.C. State University Community for the Society of Technical Communication (STC) Constitution. The most challenging part of the evening was coming up with a name for our “chapter,” which now has to be called a “community.”
NC State has a rule that student organizations can’t have the words “N.C. State” in them and the STC has a rule that says your community can’t have the words “Society for Technical Communication” in it.
I’ll give you a topic: Name your student organization with words that neither intimate where it resides nor what it does. Discuss.
We had a very productive meeting, and finished the entire update, in less than an hour-and-a-half.
My sore throat has turned in to, what I thought was, a “summer cold,” which I had assumed meant just a cold that you get during the summer. I have always thought the adjective superfluous if it’s just a cold that you get in the summer. It’s obvious when you tell someone you have it that it’s during the summer, so why say it? Assuming they live in the same hemisphere, I suppose.
Well this definition of a summer cold clears that up for me, while at the same time, tells me that I indeed just have a “cold,” and not a “summer cold.”
I hung out at Helios after our meeting and worked on this blog entry. Before I headed down here, Kevin (av8rdude) had called from an airport — Baltimore I believe he said — to say he and Eric (innoman) would be at Trailer Park Prize Night tonight.
As it turned out, only Kevin showed, and we both drank soft drinks the entire time. I had three Ginger Ales; he had three Diet Cokes.
Alexis Perry hosted the show tonight, and she really wasn’t that great. She and Dustin (who was the “announcer”) spent too much time bitching back and forth.
Alexis tried to do the Jackie O. Knight schtick, with the, “Where’s my … tonight?” filling in the “…” with ethnicities instead of sexual orientation. Jackie’s about the only one who can pull that off.