Turns out last weekend wasn’t so much about hiding eggs. Well, at least not Easter eggs. It came out of nowhere. I jumped in the car thinking it was a workday. Instead, we drove in another direction and they thought I’d never notice. I noticed. I knew we were going to the V-E-T. What I didn’t know was that my dreams of running away with the lab next door would come to a stop. No puppies for me. They dragged me inside. I yelled. A needle hit me and I blacked out. Before I knew it, I was awake. And my voice had lowered.
You’d think if the V-E-T could play God with my organs he could arrange vacation time. Nope. I was back at work on Monday, no problem. Women miss weeks when they have a baby. I lose the opportunity to have one of those and I don’t even get a day. But I’m not bitter. I’d forget all about it for a hot dog…ball? Did somebody just say ball? Oh my gosh, seriously, I know I heard it…
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The year was 1909. The US Army bought the first military aircraft from the Wright Brothers, Sigmund Freud lectured in NYC, and the Manhattan Bridge
May 30, 2023
