#hubsagi

GUESS WHO'S IN THE HOSPITAL

It's @thehubby WHOOO YAY GO HUBBY YOU WIN THE WORST PRIZES

He's got some weird shit going on with his eye/optical nerve and we're not sure why and it's all very exciting. His midnight MRI wasn't super conclusive, so he's getting another tonight for his spine (YEAH!!) and they're going to go from there. It's been an whirlwind of a 22-hour stretch, living in this universe as a House B-plot. To the best of our knowledge, it is not Lupus.

Still, not to be outdone, around one in the morning as we're talking to the late-night neurologist and she's all "blah blah brain lesions blah blah", this cunt @docholligay just cannot abide that she's not the center of attention, so she literally fucking SWOONS IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM.

Seriously, one second she's fine, the next she's some goddamn Victorian peasant with TB. The neurologist interrupts herself all "Oh damn bitch are you okay?" (but doctorly though) and has to go running all over the ER to find some orange juice, leaving me in the extremely surreal position of being the only one of the three of us upright and vertical.

Anyway, she was fine, just forgot to eat for like forty days and forty nights or some shit and had to get some calories in literally the most dramatic way possible.

And -- in what may wind up being the evening's finale but is certainly its main event -- we have Mike versus THE FISHBOWL.

What, you may ask, is The Fishbowl?

Mike overheard the bartender break this beast down. He's looking at 15oz of alcohol in a 48oz drink.

In liu of dinner, we decided to just hit the tiki bar. Here we see a Mike in, if not his natural environment, then one he is delighted to visit whenever possible.

Thank you thank you thank you to @iscahwynn, @chimervera, @automatuck9, and @bentclaw for these delicious steamed clams, AMAZING nachos, and Mike's first drink of the evening.

Yes, I did in fact circle back so we could take this picture.

My specialest special specialboy graduates today, magna cum laud with honors and a double major in accounting and economics.

It was such a crushing blow when he was laid off without a hint of a warning after eighteen(!) years of dedicated work to Wells Fargo. (REMEMBER KIDS THAT COMPANIES GIVE ABSOLUTELY NO SHITS ABOUT YOU YOU ARE NOTHING TO THEM) But he picked himself up, made new plans, and went back to school to start again. He was twice the age of most of his peers, but didn't let that stop him. He worked hard and pushed through, and I'm so delighted to say he already has a job in his new career and he starts THIS MONDAY.