Beer over knees
Sometimes life forces hard choices; some choices are easy.
Sometimes life forces hard choices; some choices are easy.
The surgeon looked at me with the kind of disgust one saves for making sure the cockroach is dead before you throw it in the trash.
“What do you mean it still hurts?” he said. “You had a leaf tear and I smoothed it all out.”
Waiting for my slot to get my knee surgery, the surgeon was killing time and hung out at my bedside for a while.
Just when I was going to release my perfect whine to earn some free points with the Bear (one of the secrets to a long marriage is the art of sublte manipulation) that got fucked up too.