There is a ranch up near Telluride that they say belongs to Ralph Lauren. If true, I’m envious because it is a beautiful place. I just had this picture in my mind of the world’s most well-dressed cowboys, who always have to smell their best. But since this strip is only about animals, I decided it would be cows who smell nice.
My sons play a lot of deck-building games. They’ve taught me a couple of them and I enjoy them although I still don’t know what I’m doing. Oddly, I keep winning.
I can’t use this excuse at work because I am on my 3rd boss in four years and fourth corporate overlords. And yes, I have been at the same job the whole time (I’ve not been job-hopping, the job keeps hopping on its own).
And now, everyone I hear says it’s diverticulosis. I could look up and see if there’s a specific difference between the two, but I’m going to let you do that.
Recently, we had a patient who claimed to not know why her blood sugar was so dangerously high but she had just finished off an entire box of Rice Krispy treats by herself! Also, I like the look of that weasel. I should draw him again.
This is actually a conversation from real life. I work in hospice and we have to “prove” that our patients are appropriate for the service. Sometimes, by regs, we have to take them off the service, then they die shortly thereafter, leading someone to comment, “I guess she was appropriate.”
