One day a very young polar bear was sitting on an ice drift, watching his father trying to catch fish, when he asked, “Dad, am I a full-blooded polar bear?”
His father replied, “Sure son, you’re full blooded.”
The young bear asked, “Are you positive that I’m 100% polar bear, Dad?”
“Yes, son, I’m sure. Your mother’s a polar bear, I’m a polar bear…”
“But Dad, are you sure there’s not a little brown bear in me?”
“Yes son, I’m sure.”
“Are you really sure, Dad, that there’s not just a little black bear in me?”
“Yes, son, you’re all polar bear.”
“Maybe just a little grizzly bear in me, Dad?”
“No way, son, no way,” replied the papa bear. “Why are you asking these questions?”
The little polar bear replied, “Because, Dad, I’m fucking cold!”
Cheese to go with that whine?
It is 47 degrees outside, with a 15 mph north wind, and rain.
Yesterday it was nearly 80.
This morning when I left for work, it was 70.
Two hours ago it was 70.
Wah!
Bring back our normal winter, and now, dammit!
Update: and the sitter just called, the baby’s running a fever now…
Is this what irony is?
So I finally, finally decide to do something that I’ve put off forever.
I dial the phone and listen to the “your call is important to us, please just sit your ass down and wait” message for twenty minutes.
I call again, and after less than ten minutes they answer.
As for an appointment, the earliest is more than two weeks away.
Um… procrastination and denial? Would have been easier.