Shit I Say: Part 1

Today, I’m writing about medical technology licensing. Just a few minutes ago, I showed Bull the hives that resurfaced on my elbows, upper arms, upper legs, and small of my back. I told him that right after I got out of the bath tub (colloidal oatmeal bath), that I felt cold and that I turned off the AC in our bedroom. He noticed the goosebumps on my legs and we had the following conversation:

Bull: I see goosebumps on your legs. You’re either cold or demon possessed.

Me: If I were demon possessed, I wouldn’t sell my soul to just one demon. I’d take a page from the medical technology licensing playbook. I’d license out the use of my soul to multiple demons. And they have to renew monthly…like a subscription box.

Bull: …

Me: What? I like to ensure my ROI is stellar. My soul would be the investment. I want the best return possible.

In other news, I’m clearly wearing long sleeves to officiate a wedding tomorrow…the high is supposed to be 98. And this is Oklahoma. Thankfully, it’s before noon and they want something short.

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Twas a Long, Dark Night

Both metaphorically and literally…because, you know, it was night. And nights are dark. Although we are in the part of the year where it doesn’t dark until 9 pm or so, it was still long. Fortunately, I spoke with J several times yesterday by text and phone as he traveled to basic. While I doubt he was particularly thrilled with a delayed flight, he did enjoy watching the sunset in Georgia.

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And He’s Off to Do Great Things

This morning, my 18 year old son left for Ft. Jackson. And while I know he’s off to do great things, as I always knew he would, it’s still not an easy thought. I am not entirely sure how my barely six pounds at birth baby who cried a lot and didn’t sleep a single night through until he was five years old (yes, you read that right) is old enough to sign a contract with the federal government. He’s always wanted to join the military and I support his dreams.