Oscar called and......

Apparently my alien anatomy is of no consequence! Yippee skippy yeah! I'm doing the happy dance. Which fortunately is in private so no living being actually has to witness my dancing. I'm worse than Elaine on Seinfeld. Only I know I'm bad and I still dance when I feel like it. I just don't find myself in the dancing mood very often. So next week, I need to have a few more tests done. Since my Dad is diabetic they want to rule out that possibility. Then there will be the waiting again and then if all goes well a trip to San Antonio for even more tests. I'm glad that Oscar called, apparently he was out of the clinic and that is why it took so long for him to get back to me. I was beginning to think that my psychic abilities were losing there effectiveness. Then after I called I started thinking rationally, it was probably that the tin from the garbage pail that he lives in was thwarting my attempts to communicate with him. I have a theory about that grumpy green guy. I think he needs to move. I mean he would probably be a whole lot happier if he didn't live in a garbage pail. Speaking of which I'm feeling kinda grumpy myself, I think I need to clean my house. I did call little Debbie, but just got her voicemail. She could have been out committing evil acts or creating baked goods.