Posts Tagged With: Urinetown

Day 1195: Better late than never

I was late responding to yesterday’s comments.

Better late than never.

I’m late writing and publishing this post.

Better late than never.

More late thoughts, here and now,  about today’s post title:

  1. People (including me) can feel shame about being late.
  2. I tell my  clients to let go of shame and self-judgment  when they’re late for therapy sessions.
  3. I am glad to see people, no matter how late they show up.
  4. My favorite season (spring) is late this year. 
  5. Others don’t judge me as harshly for being late as I judge myself.
  6. It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.
  7. It’s never too late to learn and grow.
  8. The word “late” also means “deceased.”
  9. It is better to have lived and died than never to have lived at all.
  10. People who are later along in life sometimes think better of their mortality.

Are any of those “Better Late than Never” thoughts better than others?

Are any of my  photos from yesterday better late than never?  Are any of them better never than late?

Here are some better late songs (which might be better and later found on YouTube here, here, and here).


Any thoughts about this better-late-than-never post? Of course,  a comment from you would be better late than never.

Better late-than-never thanks from me to you!

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Day 1184: You’re in

You’re in for a treat today, if urine the mood for stinky puns.

Are you in, pee-ple?

Yesterday morning, as I was minding my pees and q’s, I was  feeling  a little pissed, about my heart.

Then, I became much more pissed when I realized that our cat (whose name begins with O, not P), had urinated, peed, and pissed all over the bottom of our bedroom closet.

Of course, I had to de-urinate, de-pee, and de-piss the closet, pronto, even though I had an early appointment about my heart.

Does this  pissy post on my Facebook page sound pissed off?

Apparently, one of our cats tried to distract me from worrying about my heart by peeing everywhere in our closet. It worked.

After this pissy and pee-ved start to my morning, I met with Melanie at the New England Cardiac Arrhythmia Center.

Urine for some surprises, perhaps, when I tell you that:

  1. Melanie and I have worked together, through many pacemakers, for thirty years.
  2. I always feel less pissed after I talk with wonderful pee-ple like Melanie.
  3. Melanie showed me empeethy and understanding, as usual, which helped my heart feel much better.

Throughout the day, I felt pissy about these things:

  1. I could still imagine smelling that cat pee.
  2. Several pairs of my shoes are probably ruined because of urine, which is very pee-ving.
  3. I phoned  pee-ple at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota, and Dr. Warnes (who is the expert in pee-ple with my heart condition) is taking vacation the same week as my vacation in May, which is pee-ving, because now I’ll have to miss work to visit her.
  4. Dr. Warnes wants me to meet with a surgeon when I visit her in Minnesota, and surgeons are pee-ple who can piss me off.

Ready for some pissed photos from yesterday, pee-ple?





That last pissy picture shows our own personal Urinetown — the back porch containing everything Oscar has recently peed on.

Because personally, puns do NOT peeve me, here’s the subject heading of an email I sent to my doctors about my mixed feelings re: traveling all the way to the Mayo Clinic about my pissy heart:

Hold the Mayo?

Here’s a punny clip from the very punny movie Airplane! about the Mayo Clinic:

Pissed off, peeple?

If urine the mood to mark this territory with a comment, I will not be pissed or peeved.

Many thanks to all people who pee, including those who helped me create this pissy and punny post and to those who are reading it, here and now.

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