So when you're driving down a busy stretch of road and you see this sign:
Larry and I have been faithfully glued to our television sets for The Walking Dead. Daryl "insert scandalous nickname here" Dixon is my favorite, of course, but I also like to see how Rick Grimes is going to handle the next wave of trauma thrown at him. I am not sure how many episodes are left for this season, but the number may present us with a dilemma, because our other favoritest show, Game of Thrones, comes on March 30. I always feel bad when we DVR one show to watch another, like we are cheating or something. Isn't that silly? I can actually recall when there were no such things as DVRs or even VCRs, and if you missed a show, then you had to wait for the reruns. Which could take weeks, because the networks controlled everything, and they were going for the ratings. I hate waiting, so the DVR was made for someone like me. We can go straight from zombies overwhelming a stronghold to...different zombies overwhelming a different stronghold. (Note: I have not revealed any spoilers to either show at this point. I don't want anyone showing up at my house to chastise me!)
|This April is all about the alphabet!|
During spring break, I will be visiting the dermatologist. I have this thing growing on my neck, and it appears to be a tiny second head. Not really, but it is bleeding profusely every time it accidentally gets hit or touched or thought about. It's likely just some sort of random skin condition, but since one of the moles I had came back precancerous, I take all that stuff more seriously. So the dermatologist and I will be visiting, and there will be cutting and scraping and perhaps some cauterizing. I have asked Larry to come with me, since I don't know if I'll be able to drive after all that. I could have made him stay with me to hold my hand, per our marriage contract, but I took pity on him. He will remain in the waiting room, because he tends to faint at the sight of needles. The last thing I need is a 6'1" man falling on me when there's a scalpel near my neck. That's one of those "Stories of the Weird" waiting to happen.
Okay, please go visit Stacy over at her place.
Also, go check out these nice ladies as well.