Today I went to an urgent care clinic and waited in the waiting room for several hours. Yay. I thought there might not be a lot of people there since there was a Vikings game. Alas, for some reason, mothers with sick kids go to the doctor whether or not there is an NFL game. Not a big deal since I don't have any life-threatening illnesses, just a possible case of strep throat. A nurse finally swabbed me, and then I spent ten seconds with the doctor who said that I don't have strep throat, but iI do have a gross-looking throat and a high-ish temperature, so it might be something else. It's probably viral, so I am just supposed to suck it up. I love that diagnosis: it might be something else. Thank you so much for your help. So hopefully I will get better in a few days, and if not, I will just go to a doctor who doesn't suck.
What else. I think our Guitar Hero 3 party was fun. H invited two of his friends who are leaving H's office to start their own business. H made t-shirts using in the friends' honor. H photo-shopped (and by photo-shop I mean MS Paint) his friends' heads onto the heads of two gangsta types on a rap album. Then he changed the title of the album to "Big Tymerz." Below the album cover, H added "4 My Dogz - R.I.P." and the date of his friends' last day in the office. Maybe you have to see it to realize the hilarity of this. Oh well. It was both crafty and clever. Watch out, Martha Stewart.
I don't understand the people who won't try Guitar Hero 3 because they are worried about embarrassing themselves. Who cares if you are bad at Guitar Hero 3? I promise that I would not judge anyone based on their ability to play a video game. In fact, it is probably good that you are bad at Guitar Hero 3 because it might mean that you have more productive uses of your time than playing "Paint It Black" 30 times a row in your living room. Not that I have done that. In fact, I haven't had much of a chance to play the new GH yet because I was busy running around the house, talking, and drinking Summer Shandy.