Mr. Genetics: "Yes. My Dad died on his birthday."
Thursday, April 15, 2010
So let's beware of them
Mr. Genetics: "Yes. My Dad died on his birthday."
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Mr. Genetics: "Yes. My Dad died on his birthday."
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Mr. Genetics: "Yes. My Dad died on his birthday."
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Cast of Characters:
Annie: My Phenomenal MA
Mary: My Awesome Secretary
Ed: The office fish
Dr. Pissy: The guy I share an office with
Mrs. Grumpy: My Boss (also the world's greatest school nurse)
Frank, Craig, and Marie: The Grumpy Tribe
Garlic and Riley: The Grumpy Dogs
Questions? Comments? Biting sarcasm? Write to: pagingdrgrumpy [at] gmail [dot] com
Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
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7 comments:
"I always knew there was something sinister about clowns..."
Uh oh...did you ask Mr. Genetics when his birthday was coming around? You never know with DNA...
Where in the name of all that is holy do you find these people? Or, more precisely, how do they all manage to find you?
"It wasn't cheap, but my mom said it was the best present I ever got her."
hee hee hee
"Yes, I have the extremely rare familial trait known as deathbirthdayitis."
It seems that statistically the more birthdays you have the more likely you are to die, QED.
Is that comorbid with parentdiedatxageitis?
My husband had that until he was a year older than his father, when his father died (both Type 1 diabetic).
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