12-17-2007, 05:50 PM
hock: hock: hock:
Today's been a pretty rough day . . . I had to go over to the hospital to fill out paperwork, have presurgical tests done, fork over money, and so forth. It turned out to be a time-consuming, frustrating ordeal that ended up taking longer than the actual surgery will . . . I'm there five freakin' hours, waiting, peeing in cups, waiting, having blood drawn, waiting, filling out paperwork, waiting, getting a chest x-ry, waiting, getting an EKG, waiting, writing checks and signing forms, waiting . . . well, you get the idea.
No coffee, no lunch, nothing good to read, even. BAD day.
I finally finish up, fight my way through traffic, get groceries, make it home . . . and find THREE packages waiting.
Three!
Gentlemen, you made my day today. You really did.
U.S. Tank sent me a San Cristobal Guajira, since I hadn't found one here to try . . . and tossed some Christmas goodies in for good measure:
Jimmie the Mum sold me some beautiful, luscious, impossible-to-get-here Padron 80ths that arrived days ahead of when I expected them to . . . and tossed in a tasty little hitchhiker for good measure:
And Parkster, our International Man of Mystery, the Flying Scotsman, sent me a lovely "chess set" . . . at least that's what the Customs ticket said it was:
Gentlemen, thank you one and all, truly. I have no words.
NANPâ¢
[cigar]
Today's been a pretty rough day . . . I had to go over to the hospital to fill out paperwork, have presurgical tests done, fork over money, and so forth. It turned out to be a time-consuming, frustrating ordeal that ended up taking longer than the actual surgery will . . . I'm there five freakin' hours, waiting, peeing in cups, waiting, having blood drawn, waiting, filling out paperwork, waiting, getting a chest x-ry, waiting, getting an EKG, waiting, writing checks and signing forms, waiting . . . well, you get the idea.
No coffee, no lunch, nothing good to read, even. BAD day.
I finally finish up, fight my way through traffic, get groceries, make it home . . . and find THREE packages waiting.
Three!
Gentlemen, you made my day today. You really did.
U.S. Tank sent me a San Cristobal Guajira, since I hadn't found one here to try . . . and tossed some Christmas goodies in for good measure:
Jimmie the Mum sold me some beautiful, luscious, impossible-to-get-here Padron 80ths that arrived days ahead of when I expected them to . . . and tossed in a tasty little hitchhiker for good measure:
And Parkster, our International Man of Mystery, the Flying Scotsman, sent me a lovely "chess set" . . . at least that's what the Customs ticket said it was:
Gentlemen, thank you one and all, truly. I have no words.
NANPâ¢
[cigar]
NANP™