Andy tries to make sense of the news.
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So much for that! Andy’s glad he’s a cat.
I went to Rapid City yesterday to get a headlight bulb replaced on the driver’s side of my station wagon. In the good old days, a mere human could replace that bulb with little effort. So much gets crammed into the engine compartment these days, though, that to replace the bulb in my VW Golf SportWagen (sic), you have to jack the car up, remove the wheel, unfasten the wheel well liner and remove it, then access the bulb to replace it! It’s a lot more than I’m able or want to attempt to do. I was glad to let a professional mechanic do it for me.
The nurse practitioner and the nephrologist came by dialysis on Tuesday, part of their routine visits with us patients to review test results and to learn of any new issues developed since their last visit. During the visit, the NP mentioned her two-year-old had had six major tantrums that morning, including the breakfast tragedy of the crumbly muffin! LOL!
The whole idea of a crumbly muffin ruining the toddler’s breakfast struck me as hilarious and a perfect euphemism to use instead of my own virulent blasphemies and crude language when having a moment: Cut off on the highway by some idiot? “Crumbly muffins, you lowlife!” Drop a casserole on the floor taking it out of the oven? “Oh crumbly muffins!” Mad at the neighbor for letting his chihuahua bark at you in your own yard? “Crumbly muffins, Fred! That mutt is barking at me in my own yard!”
My NP made my day letting me know how her two-year-old had a rough start two days ago. “Crumby muffins”, a metaphor for the vicissitudes of modern life!