Monday, July 21, 2008

Random Stuff Works on Mondays, too.

Meeting in half and hour, so you get only a quick post this morning...

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There is a problem with my socks. They only come in one size, so I am worried that they will be too big for me. I ordered them already, but I am not real hopeful. I can give them to Smoking Hot Roommate if they are too big. Actually I ordered two pairs, which violates my natural instinct against buying thigh-highs for 13 year olds:-P, but they were just too darn cute, and they will keep her legs warm if she is wearing a skirt to school in the winter. I suppose a smart person would have ordered one, and if it fit, ordered a second pair and if not, just given the first one to Munchkin. OK...this is way too much discussion of socks...but I really do think they are adorable:-).

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The beach was gorgeous this weekend, and I can't imagine how hot it was in the city. It was even hot at the beach...so hot that Big Sis described the weather by telling the Brain Surgeon (who wasn't there, he had to work) that "We are baking our tits off out here." I kinda liked that expression.

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Speaking of the Brain Surgeon...I have a story that will make all of us feel lazy and unaccomplished. Despite the name, he is not actually a surgeon, he is a Neurologist (but that is not as cool a blog name, and I like the effect of the two sisters marrying The Brain Surgeon and The Rocket Scientist...) In the course of his work, however, he comes across actual brain surgeons on a pretty regular basis.

He is also aware of Big Sis's natural compulsion to network, so early last week, he told her that he had met a new surgeon that he thought she should meet. The surgeon is a woman who he felt like she would like and she hadn't been in Boston terribly long and yada yada yada. It is also important to note that he met the surgeon while consulting on a case that he described as very complex that required a surgery that was very difficult and very advanced. The head of surgery (or neurology, or neurosurgery or something...I don't know exactly) had assigned her to perform the surgery.

Big Sis met her for drinks after work last week and reported one additional notable fact about her. And here is where we get to the kicker of the story...does anyone want to guess how old she is?

Let's try 30.....

What the fuck?!?!? God, do I feel useless.

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Munchkin came back from the beach with me yesterday. She was going to stay there for the whole week, but she has a baseball game tonight that she wanted to play in, so she came back, and Big Sis is going to be good enough to buzz her back to the beach after the game to save her from sitting around for two days with nothing to do until I go back.

I should note that she has discovered iced coffee, and considers it a mandatory accessory for any lengthy car ride.

Yes, I think she is actually 23...at least...

8 comments:

anne said...

Well it is a good thing she is 23 with those thigh high socks you just got her...

Accidentally Me said...

Good point...I feel much better about buying her the socks now...:-D

A Life Uncommon said...

30 year old surgeons are too freeking impressive. If only we were all as accomplished. Blah! ;P

;)

Ally said...

random aside....is tomorrow your birthday? Plans?

jamie said...

Your little sister sounds adorable! Iced Coffees--girl's onto something! :)

Good luck with the socks--I hope they fit!

30 year old brain surgeons--HA! I am a loser.

Thanks for stopping by today...

laurwilk said...

Why would they make the socks in only one size? I think that's stupid.

Accidentally Me said...

Gee Ally...you may be on to something...

Ys said...

Ahh cool you got the socks! I hope they bring you much pleasure ... ;)

Don't tell me about people accomplishing so much by such a young age; it's too early in the day to be feeling like such a lazy bum ;)