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Here it is – the new podcast that everyone is talking about. The Bumperpodcast is an oftentimes hilarious weekly romp around Headquarters, in Coffee-Can Alley, with Natty Bumpercar and his entire gaggle of pals! 

It is a huge day at the Bumperpodcast because it’s Groundhog day! We even have a special guest on the show to talk about the fun. Then, we deliver an ad for an app called ‘Picniic’ on today’s episode of the Bumperpodcast!

Picniic is a nifty organization app for families who have way too much going on. I started playing with it last week, and was immediately shocked at how many times I have triple-booked myself over the next two months.

To check it out, yourself, go to picniic.com/getstarted to set up your account and use promo code: PODPIC for 30 days of Picniic Premium free! (Repeat with emphasis on URL and promo code and SPELL P-I-C-N-I-I-C)

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Today – I ended up shuttling myself over to see the doctor – mostly because of this chronic illness (yes – a week is chronic to me) and also because going to the doctor is such a blast. Luckily – a little bird was able to give me all of the information that I needed – from all the way across the country – or else I would never have had any idea as to how to find a doctor to go to, what kind of insurance I (evidently) have – or any of that other stuff that most people seem to be able to navigate all by themselves . . . it was bad enough that there were forms to fill out . . . I am miserable with forms – of any kind. I would rather draw cupcakes.

Anyways-er-oonie – the doctor was swell – and basically said that I have some sort of viral thing – and that all of the room spinning dizziness that I have been enjoying for the last couple of days is part of the bug – and it should all go away in a couple of weeks. Yeah – a couple of weeks.

She did assure me – after this great test where she grabbed my head and twisted it to the side three quick times before laying me down and flashing a light into my eyes – that I was young – and that there weren’t really any chances of it being a stoke. So that was reassuring.

Now I am off to squirt some stuff up my nose, take the dog for a walk and then adventure over to an airport to find my little lost bird that is currently flying her way home.

Squirt – squirt – walk – walk – tweet – tweet – tweet.