Thursday, March 02, 2006

Capone's Vault

I'm sorry to say that I discovered no guns or red sashes. Not even a deck of cards. There were several years worth of bank statements (at which I did not look), a broken DVD player and a Mike from Monsters Inc. doll. I was glad I didn't go live.


I just want everyone to know that I am going mad. Stark, raving mad. After the Texas Board of Chiropractic Examiners' one-millionth fuck up, Jethro still doesn't have his license. Someone is very close to dying. It's probably me. I won't go into the gory details of just how thoroughly they hose new doctors, but suffice it to say it isn't a gentle, pleasant sensation. I suppose you could compare it to a violent enema complete with choke collar and ball gag. I guess I lied about the gory details.

I am expecting him to have it any day, but it doesn't eliminate the stomach upset I suffer every time I think about it. The worst part is that I can't blog about any of our ideas because we don't want anyone to steal them. We have logos, names and other things I am just dying to run by the blogosphere, but since we don't have them registered yet, it would be a foolish thing to do.

If you ever want to have an amusing evening, go to dinner with two brand-new chiropracters and take note of how much they don't discuss.

I want a vacation. It doesn't have to be fancy. Just a day or two on the beach with some liquor. Jethro can fish, Gwen and Em can fly kites, and I can get crocked. It sounds like a win/win/win proposal all the way around.


Jenny said...

I hope you get your mini-vaca soon. Getting crocked sounds good. And good luck on Jethro getting his liscene. (I probably spelled that all wrong) That must be very frustrating.

Zelda said...

If the weather is right, I say go to Galveston this weekend. Go ahead, you have my permission to get shit faced.
Kristin | 03.02.06 - 2:40 pm | #


Call me, I can help you out on the crocked part. *hugs*
Brighton | Homepage | 03.03.06 - 7:59 am | #


Win/win/win indeed! Go to Galveston sweets.
Inanna | Homepage | 03.03.06 - 9:36 am | #


They're not fuck ups. They are intentionally nickel and diming us to death. I just got a notice that I passed the jurisprudence test. Now, they want $99.00 for a prorated license fee.

They couldn't have told me this before?

On top of that, they won't give me my license number over the phone. And, they won't send my license certificate overnight.

AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!
Jethro | 03.03.06 - 1:04 pm | #


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