FringeMan is just like this
drill sergeant therapist.
I get NO sympathy!
It’s a good thing I never give him my co-pay.
The good doc told me I have an irritable heart, and here I just thought I had an irritable personality. I guess it all really does begin in the heart!
They put a heart monitor on me for the next twenty-four hours, and wouldn’t you know, it’s quiet as a mouse. No PVC’s, skipped beats, extra beats, or any other thing-a-ma-gi-gies. For the last two weeks my heart has been breakdancing in my chest, and now it’s suddenly on good behavior.
So here’s my question of the day and it has nothing to do with therapists or hearts…
When do you put up your Christmas tree?
I think I’ll spend this evening convincing FringeMan of our need for a new tree.