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Friday 5: Who Put the Pomp in the Pomp Bah Pomp Bah Pomp?
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Throwback Thursday: High school bowling

Friday 5: Who Put the Pomp in the Pomp Bah Pomp Bah Pomp?

Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong?

This week’s mood. I appreciate that St. Patrick was over my shoulder while I ate.


That’s going to be in my head all night…

Happy Friday! I worked from home today which means that this afternoon I worked from the patio chair in the back yard. Not a bad gig if you can get it.

Both dogs had vet appointments. Murphy received FIVE shots on Monday to start his journey as an adult dog. Ollie went back last night to get his ears looked at again. For those who care about dog ear infections, the yeast count is way down but one ear is STILL inflamed, so we’re switching him to a steroid ear drop for a month. Then he’ll go back to the vet. If the inflammation remains, he’ll stay on the steroid drops once or twice a week forever. His sore neck doesn’t seem as sore, so he’s coming off of the pain meds. If he’s tender in the neck again, he’ll go back on, and pain management might be his new reality. His followup is in a month. The goal here is to get his ears clear so he can get his teeth cleaned/extracted because they are causing pain as well. Once all that is finished, he’ll be quite the refurbished pooch.

And we’ll probably have to sell the backyard to carnies in order to make the mortgage. Good thing we don’t have a HOA.

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Throwback Thursday: High school bowling

Not purely new content, as it was originally on Facebook. But behold the high school bowler. Are high school yearbooks still printed in black and white? Do they still deliver them via stagecoach?

1989? 1990?

My hair was ombre back when ombre meant you screwed up your sun-in application.

We had a work bowling party last week and I still hurt. Mostly my left knee, which will probably be the bane of my existence for the rest of my days on this pale blue dot.

I’ll also mention right here that with my meager 139 WITH A HOUSE BALL AND HOUSE SHOES, I was the best bowler on my team. For a few moments I considered bowling a game or two a week again.

And then I collapsed like a Jenga tower.

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