So yesterday, my surgery tech came into my office with an announcement.
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“We’re all going to a Lunch-and-Learn presentation tomorrow afternoon. Are you interested in coming along?”
“Nah. That’s my afternoon off. I just renewed my license and have a whole year to worry about the next 20 CE credits. Besides, I probably have important Richarding to do.”
“Are you sure? Because it sounds like a really interesting presentation topic, and I think they serve hot dogs.”
“I said I have important Richarding to do! And hot dogs? They could sure do better than hot dogs!”
“You’re so apathetic, Doc. Don’t you even care what the topic is?”
“What is it?”
“It’s about pheromones that make bitches more… reproductively receptive….”
“Huh. That is a new one. Still… I hate repro stuff. But hot dogs… I get it, now!”
“No, you really don’t.”
“The presentation is at the Moore Warren Theatre and it’s about 2 hours and 10 minutes long….”
“Oh? Oh! We’re going to see Magic Mike XXL?! Of course I’m in!”
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Yep, so we’re all going to go learn about reproductive receptivity pheromones from Channing Tatum and company this very afternoon! In light of this scheme, I found it rather funny when last night, suffering from a bout of insomnia, I read a post by Servetus that included a couple of Horoscopes (one for RA and one for Servetus) that seemed to be spot on for both of them.
Now, I’m well aware that many people consult horoscopes. I’ve never done so on any regular basis. Maybe once in a while, in the days before I had a smart phone to entertain me, if I was severely hard-pressed for a diversion, I might glance at a horoscope in the newspaper abandoned nearby, after first perusing the funnies… rarely did I see a horoscope prediction for Sagittarius or any other sign that seemed anything other than vaguely applicable to probably just about anyone. I’ve never really understood the attraction of horoscopes, but hey… to each his own, I always think.
But last night, bemused, I decided to check my horoscope from the link helpfully provided by Servetus, since it seems the astrologer was firing on all cylinders for Servetus and Richard. I have to say, in light of my planned Magic Mike XXL excursion… I had to laugh:
Could be this is Hubby’s lucky week. LOL =)