Trip up to Billings today. Ken has a medical appointment up there. I don't wanna go to Billings! <sigh> But sometimes Ken doesn't always remember to tell the doctors stuff, even if he writes it down first, and that's the same reason he goes with me. If we had medical appointments when we were younger, we would sometimes provide so much information that by the time we were through the poor doctor was even confused about which problem we were actually there for. Now we spend an hour in there, and as we leave one of us will look at the other and say, "Shoot, we forgot to tell him about you accidentally cutting your left arm off and leaving it in the garage." Old age is a beautiful thing. Not.
Good morning, DMC!
Good morning, DMC!




