Why I should be a doctor

As a Scooter's barista I come into contact with many random individuals with unique backgrounds. My workmate Jared has dubbed one of them "the cherry urine woman". I will call her Heather, because that's her name. She came in the other day and asked me if I knew about vericose veins. I told her my grandma had some removed once or twice. She then had me examine her legs, exclaiming that it just came on yesterday and was covering her legs. I told her it was probably a rash and not vericose veins, but she should seek a doctor's opinion. She said she had seen her M.D. and he said she should put aloe vera on them. She then tried to show me her back, which I declined to see. In leaving she said that I should be a doctor, because lots of people probably ask me for my medical opinion, since I work at a coffee shop. I immediately began studying for the MCATs. I guess I need to know a lot more if I'm going to be in the coffee business.

House

So, after Rebecca's comment about my being a verbal processor and not blogging, here are my two excuses.
1. My parents bought the house across the street from me as a rental, so I have been busy with the details of fixing it up and other laborious tasks. I am looking for rentors by the way (3 BR, 2 bath, refinished hardwood floors, a must see. Call for an appointment.)

2. I have been watching Season One of House, M.D. and I'm hooked. There are 4 episodes on a disk and I'm on disk 4. It's witty, so I like it.

kayak at sunrise

On Memorial Day we arose early and took our kayaks to a lake nearby my aunt's place. We paddled around drinking coffee as the sun came up. Amazing.