You've all got your Death Star cakes in the oven and you are getting your Ewok's groomed for their big parade. I know how you are.
I'm celebrating with a trip to the doctor.
Oh, everything's alright, just a normal scheduled check-up. You saw my blood draw a few weeks back. I already have most of my results back - everything is in normal range, except my HDL. It's back to being a little on the low side. I'll have to step up the exercise routine, I guess. My PSA came back at normal levels so I probably don't have prostate cancer - but I still bet I have to drop trou and bend over. I can hear that rubber glove snapping on now.
Oh - and I don't have syphilis - so bonus points to me!
I suppose I'll get a talking to about my diet, but that conversation will go in one ear and out the other. Sorry - it just will.
So, I'll get a nagging over not scheduling a colonoscopy when I really know it's not due for another year. And for the 12th year in a row, he'll tell me I am out of date on, and in need of, a tetanus shot. ...and I do. He just has to give it and I'll take it, but if he thinks I'm gonna ask for it, he is seriously mistaken.
All in all, it will still be a better time than being in a garbage compactor on Detention AA 023.
....and it still beats celebrating Kent State Shooting Day.
I can also change my logo if I so choose.
Song by: Bob Dylan