So this is it...Part 2.

Why Part 2? Well shit, cause it's my birthday and I can do whatever the hell I want. Just kidding...not whatever...but some things I wouldn't normally do.

Okay, turning the age wasn't that bad. I have been busy since 5am. I took my parents to the airport. (Still a little pissed that they decided to vacation on such a special day) I went to my ophthalmologist appointment at 10am. Here's that.

Doctor: Have you been stressed out?

Me: You got a couple hours?

Doctor: Well, I've never seen a case this bad but cases this bad is usually brought on by stress.

Me: So on top of being stressed, I'm now reduced to looking like Rocky after fighting Apollo Creed? Purrrrrrrrrrrrfect.

Doctor: I'm gonna drain these. It's gonna hurt.

Me: Just do it Doc....I don't care.

::10 minutes go by::

Me: Well, I don't know ya, but I seriously wanna kick your ass now.

Doctor: Wouldn't be the first time.

Me: I'm guessing it won't be the last either.

So, seems to me that I need to take better care of myself and pay attention to the signs my body parts are trying to tell me. But seriously, this was ridiculous. 2 weeks of misery, brought on by stress....which in fact just stressed me out more. I'm not a genius...well I am a literary genius but any other genius, not so much...but how does this make sense in the health department.

So I returned home with old lady pills and eye drops. I hung around for awhile and then decided to finish my chores. I slipped on a miniskirt and tank top and what did I do next???

Got my inspection sticker! First time for me. I usually make the husband do the manly duty but dammit, I got nice, long, YOUNG legs to show off.

The guy tells me to wait in the waiting room, so I mosey on around the corner and find the co-workers "waiting room."

Me: Is this seriously your waiting room?

Guy: No, it's ours. Yours is through that back door.

Me: Yah, I'm not going in a back door. Can I sit out here with you guys?

Guy: Sure you can but it's hot as hell out here.

Me: Ah, that's okay. I barely have any clothes on anyway.

Guy: This reminds me of a movie I once watched.

Me: Lemme guess. Titillating Auto-Techs?

Other Guy: How'd you guess he was thinkin' porn?

Me: Probably cause I was thinkin' porn.

Guy: You aren't trying to butter us up to pass your inspection, are you?

Me: Would that work?

Other Guy: No comment.

Guy: Well hell yah it would work!

Me: I don't have to butter you up...I'm just making conversation.

Inspector: You passed.

Other Guy: So close.

Me: Yet so far away. Thanks boys.

I love birthdays. When I got home and told my husband that I got the inspection sticker, what do you think he said?

"You went in THAT???"

::giggle:: Why yes I did. Happy Birthday to me, and you, and you, and you, and you!

If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.

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