When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart and you shall see in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. -- Kahil Gibran, The Prophet
A bezoar is not a mythical creature or a musical instrument. It is actually the intragastric mass. Rat tooth forceps are used to break up the "hair ball," so it can be passed. Cool eh?
posted by ...from the leopard print chaise @ 3:15 PM
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Doesn't ...from the leopard print chaise say it all? With such loud furniture it is a surprise I am shy when it comes to describing myself. Here it goes: I am a bicyclist in the far north. I battle severe weather 8 months out of the year, only having the freedom of ice free rides from May to September. I have learnt to love the winter, but complain about it daily. Mountain biking is MY passion. People with passions are inspiring. I am the youngest semi-retired woman I know. I have mastered telling people "I am really busy" with a straight face, when it really means I want to read my book for two hours. I love reading, it puts me to sleep. Nature and being outside are my drugs. I have a thing for trees. I believe competition is healthy. The harder I push myself the better I feel. The harder my competitors push me the more I improve. I am insanely motivated. I have high expectations. I like to have control. I think we have a lot to learn from history, but don't want to live in the past. I like people who make me feel great. I like making others feel great. I never want to be stagnant.
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Hmm. I'm troubled by the possibility. This is all the ammunition the cat needs--to be able to accuse ME of having a hairball.
You'd know if you had one of these things, right?!
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