Last night as we were checking out at Wal-Mart, J and I decided we would much prefer the automated voice at the self-checkout if it was Cartman of South Park. For instance, when the machine gets finicky and even though you've placed the item in the bag and it tells you that you have not, we think it would be awesome if the self-check-out said something to the effect of, "I'm being a dildo." LOL.
Then perhaps after you have completed your check-out the machine would say something like, "Screw you guys, I'm going home."
I would find this hysterical but then I'm weird and mostly immature. ;)
In other news I have a nice bruise from my bloodwork this morning. I also had to wait for about 30 minutes...again...because the receptionist forgot to call back to the lab to notify them of my arrival. Grrrr. This is the 2nd, 3rd time this has happened when all I need is bloodwork at the doctor's office.
Wanted results: Progesterone levels at 15 or above.
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