I woke up this morning with problems caused by a body part I never expected to trouble me. To tell the truth, the public service spot makes it sound like it’s related to “female troubles,” but it appears to be more widespread than that.
It’s time for bed now, and it appears to be clearing up. I hope it’s gone by morning – it wasn’t a fun way to greet the day.
Either you just dated yourself, or you discovered one of the funnier Saturday Night Live skits.
“I dunno, Babs, but I do know this” is one of Chevy Chase’s greatest lines.
Sorry about your swollen uvula.
Oh, I’m definitely dating myself with that one. I’d been out of Boat School for almost a year by that point.
Sorry. I cut Boat School, but still got credit. Dunno why.
Ah, well, I was told once (when I was considering becoming class rep for the local chapter) that we did things differently than West Point and Air Force – you didn’t have to graduate to be considered part of a class.