So my mom is now kind of like the bionic woman with her fake knee. She didn't seem bionic though, she just seemed really, really high. She starts her physical therapy tomorrow. They don't fuck around. They rip your leg in half and a day later they are like, "WALK!"
Anyhoo, I was in Atlanta for about 27 hours. I saw the CNN center. I also saw a Chinese guy smoking in the convention center. It was hot. Supposedly I was from Chattanooga, OK, but that's another story for another time, which is probably never.
Ah, it feels like fall. I was sad to see summer go, but apparently it is going to be back in the 80's next week. Hooray for global warming.
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No, the Chinese man wasn't what was hot. It was the weather...but it wasn't hot enough to be called Hotlanta.
is her knee really a baboon's knee?
Chattanooga, OK. small.
Did you meet anyone cool?
No, her knee is like...I don't know, plasticy porceline? She'll have to go to a rehab center for almost 3 weeks. This does not bode well for my future.
I did meet some nice folks in Atlanta. They are our sales team down south. One was very cute, very young, but very cute.
Hooray for a successful surgery and a successful trip to Hotlanta! ;o)
No, no, no, it wasn't hot enough to be called Hotlanta.
ok. good. I didn't want your mom to part baboon. Jack would have a hey dey with that in his teens.
maybe you have your dad's knees.
laura. send me your syllabi. I want to start proposing classes, and I need ideas and book suggestions.
Fine, fine, fine...Warmlanta. Sheesh.
Norman, I'll get right on it!
And, yeah, Suzy, I bet you have your Dad's knees! Thank god!
Yeah, Laura...you can't change my story to fit what you want to say.
Yes, lets hope I have my dad's knees and my mom's hips, because otherwise I am having knee and hip replacements. It's hard to have faith though when my knees crack every time I bend them.
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