The other day, my appendages and I went to see the Wizard for my latest scan results. The following conversation took place.

Me: See, we’re going to the last room at the end of the hall.

Bubbie: You must’ve been bad.

Me: That’s so nobody hears the crying.

Hubby: Would you stop it?!

Me: She’s going to come in here with her shoulders down, assuming we saw the report.

Bubbie: It’s going to be good, you wait.

Me: (to Hubby) Did you fill out the paperwork for FC?

Hubby: I don’t have the papers; you do.

Bubbie: Yes you do, Dr. FC gave them to you at the appointment.

Hubby: I do not have any papers.

Me: Now what?! I’ll never get into the trial!

Bubbie: Hubby, we went there two weeks ago- all that time those papers could have been returned. What’s going to happen now?

Hubby: You don’t even know if your medicine is working yet.

Me: Oh I know, I can feel it. It’s not going to be good.

Bubbie: If she’s not here yet, I have to go to the bathroom.

Hubby: I have to go too.

Me: Great, you’ll both be gone and I’ll find out I’m dying.

DR: (Enters with shoulders down) Hi… I assume you read the report…