From my sainted Irish mother..

Y'know. This would be funny, if it weren't sorta true..

*Medicare Coverage In A Nutshell*

The phone rings and the lady of the house answers, "Hello."
"Mrs. Ward, please."
"Speaking."
"Mrs. Ward, this is Doctor Jones at the Medical Testing Laboratory. When your doctor sent your husband's biopsy to the lab yesterday, a biopsy from another Mr. Ward arrived as well, and we are now uncertain which one is your husband's. Frankly the results are either bad or terrible."
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Ward asks nervously.
"Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one tested positive for AIDS. We can't tell which is your husband's."
"That's dreadful! Can't you do the test again?" questioned Mrs. Ward.
"Normally we can, but Medicare will only pay for these expensive tests one time."
"Well, what am I supposed to do now?"
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TMI.

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*~*~*

I made damned sure to get some batteries, as music will definitely be required, tonight.

Thank God, I'm off work, and the most responsibility I will have will be to sit on the moonlit patio and play with the kitty family, later. Hehehhhe...that rascal tom, 'Pupper' (dubbed that by my elderly neighbor - the nice one) actually came to the door and yowled - just so incredibly LOUDly; almost a 'bray', rather than a yowl' - until I came and opened it. He very nearly barged his way in, again.

Meek, cautious Sadie seemed almost embarrassed by that behavior, but I think he's hilarious, the curmudgeonly old thing. He thinks he owns the place, or something. Well. <3