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(shudders at steak) With a nice steak like that, I'd eat it raw. But then again, I prefer that beef be cooked as little as possible. If the burgers are nice and lean, you should make some steak tartar or kifto.

Yeah, or a brontoburger.

An everlasting gobstopper.

Any time I have to wait. Drs offices are torture, and grocery lines have been horrible since The Weekly World News went out of print.

Then you'd better start looking for another doctor, because if you act on this, you're going to completely fracture the physician/patient relationship you now have.

No. She won't. The only time that she's going to think about you between now and January is when your labs show up on her desk, and then for only as long as it takes to address them. Sorry. That's the way it works. You sound like a middle school kid with a crush. Try using your grown up brain - this isn't a Lifetime movie.

As long as you stay away from the brain and spinal cord, you should be fine.

And too much life insurance is a really bad idea.

Get off the lawn, dammit!

Laundry with the grandkids. Woohoo.

The rejection arc begins - one way or another.

Sorry, leftover meatloaf tonight.

That's rough. Both my parents died at home; it's physically as well as emotionally exhausting. Hugs to both of you.

Fishing is only one step. Can you find your own bait? Can you gut a fish and scale or skin it? Are you hungry enough to eat it raw, or do you know how to build and attend a cooking fire? (And I'm being nice and assuming you have fish line and a hook.) Yes, fishing is a survival skill, but being able to drop a hook into water in and of itself isn't going to be enough.

Pfft. Damned city kids.

Commandment III: Thou may eat sandwiches, but only if they have been shuffled together like a deck of cards.

No. It's Popeye. @SwimModSpongesNever mind time, the Church of Popeye is coming, just as soon as I can either cobble a theology together or receive a divine revelation. Whichever comes first.

I like him. I wish he'd worked ER with me.

When I was a wee practicing Catholic, they told us in CCD that such mysteries were beyond the comprehension of man. Now eat your spinach.

I think Popeye is better. Ditch the bread and wine and eat your damned spinach.

But that's what Popeye says...so Popeye is God?

The Christian god is a triune deity with job titles for each part - Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. I think the only reason that Jesus wound up with a name was because He was the only part that had to deal directly with the public.

And do you have a playing card stuck in the spokes so it sounds like a motor?

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No. Have you ever made a successful souffle?