THURSDAY!  FRIDAY EVE!  REJOICE!  Okay, here we go on final approach to another weekend.  It's sorta like landing a jumbo jet - everybody expects a soft landing but it does have plenty of momentum and is moving at several hundred miles per hour.  Folks, none of you would stand on the runway when United flight 421 from Hong Kong is landing, and likewise, our doctor at the free clinic learned today to get our of our way when the weekend is near!

Once a year we take our bodies in for a tune-up and to get cleared for the summer Riding4Beer tour (this year called the "Magical Mystery Tour" beginning in May and, as always, sponsored by Budweiser - the 'King of Beers!").  As usual we got poked and prodded and looked at (and in!) and listened to, but the real answers will come in a few days with the outcome of our blood and urine tests.  We're betting that the liver function results will set off alarm bells at the lab.  The last time those techs saw a number that big they were dreaming about winning the PowerBall lottery! 

The problem with blood tests is that they're hard to fake because the a__holes are right there when the vials get filled.   Now urine tests are a whole other ballgame.  We always just switch ours with some fifth grader's that we pay with a year's subscription to Hustler and a private P.O. box so his parents don't find out.  Look, there's no sense getting those positive test results and having the health department notified (again).  It's just a whole lot easier for everyone involved if we pass the tests and go on our way.  And while we're waiting for those results there's a weekend in between and we figure there's no time like the present to begin celebrating...

      
If they don't want you to drink why leave alcohol around?        They gave us this when we told him how much beer we drink!

      
Stacy finished up the exam when the doctor left in disgust!       Wait until this tech sees our blood under the microscope!