I gave blood on a bus that reminds me of

Instead of getting a pizza dinner like Shaggy...I got a XXXXL t-shirt and two huge bruises on my leg. (I'll save you the visual) They took a hammer and beat my leg because I flinched when they came at me with the 75 gauge shotgun...I mean needle with which they intended to remove my blood.(Okay, sorry that's not true that's just my fiction writer wanna be alter ego coming out.)
Back on track...here's the facts
- pizza dinner - did not get
- XXXXL t-shirt - kind of true, it may have been an XL but it was big enough to put on all four of my kids...AT ONCE
- bruises on leg - true but not from a hammer but from yours truly Ms. Graceful running into the huge metal thingy protruding from the side of the bed that they hang the blood bag on
- 75 gauge needle - I don't know but it was a big mama needle and felt like 75 vampires sucking on my arm
Another day another story....
I decided today that I should be an instructor for the "I have a huge family and I'm trying to buy for the entire year, okay month, and I will NOT submit to filling one cart and parking it at the front and starting on another one but WILL fit everything I need in this one cart that barely holds enough groceries for one person...balance, balance...stop looking at me like I'm an alien fellow shoppers" class.

Classes start Monday...cost of enrollment...my grocery bill!



