My wife, Fairy, bought me the porcelain doctor-in-distress for a graduation present from medical school. She said that she would keep me until I looked that good. I am getting there, and I guess if she buyes me a bowler hat, I might be in trouble…
The photo on the right is from a cemetary in Kentucky not far from Mammoth Caverns. I had capture the irony of the sign and cemetary in a photo. So far good sense (also known as Fairy) has kept me from turning it into a get well card. While I would understand its lack of true compassion, but it certainly would be motivating.
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Yeah for “good sense”.