25 minutes to go

So the thing about the thing today and the thing tomorrow morning is that the Doc was pretty clear in his instructions: DON'T eat the day before. If you do, make sure you eat clear liquids. You're allowed broth of some sort, and jello, but the Ol' Man isn't about the broth or the jello.

So OMS has eaten precisely two 24-ounce bottles of Ginger Ale all day. And he's argued with the senseless Macy's lady and almost bought a TV. And he shoveled out of his spot this afternoon because, well, the ol' complex has a a phobia of snow removal.

So much for an enlightening and hysterical blog about OMS's thingoscopy.

OMS took the stuff at 5 like the directions say. And, well, nothin'. His tummy is a grumblin' a bit, but he's left thinking, is this it? But the Doc said the prep is the worst part.

Huh.