Today was really one of those days. Because I tore muscle in my calf, I'm kind of a gimp. Things get very bad at night when nature calls, as in I can't really get out of bed, so today I went and bought myself a mother fucking walker. My dears, you haven't begun to live until you've done this.
Even though I don't believe in God, some deity at St.Vincent de Paul decided to throw me a bone and led me to a Russel Wright clock for $4.00. Sweet.
Just when things are at it's worst, life throws you fab. clock. Feel better baby cakes!
ReplyDeleteYou know, you can poke a hole in two tennis balls and place your walker's front feet in them. Won't scuff the floors.
ReplyDeleteBTW, covet the clock! When you write your will, remember my name.
Oh you poor darling.
ReplyDeleteYou need the Roadbag.
Includes moist towelette!
cookie, darling, when i write my will, i'll include two balls, with your name on 'em.
ReplyDeletekevin...i'll need lots more clocks to balance this crap out.
mj, i AM a roadbag! why have we never heard of this in the states? just perfect for the older, prostate heavy dude.
Walkers - Boo.
ReplyDeleteRussell Wright Clocks - Yay!
jason, if i look like martin morgenstern, what do you think?
ReplyDeleteI love Russell Wright... but I was a bit groggy when I 1st read the post & I thought you had written about Robert WALKER & a Russell Wright cock.
ReplyDeleteGreat shopping!
If this is just a ploy to get a part in the remake of "whatever happened to baby jane?" then it is brilliant. way to go the extra mile. kabuki is very sorry about the injury, be sure to use the motorscooters at the grocerystore. they rock.
ReplyDeleteyou exposed me kabook! that's EXACTLY what i want. and you'll be jane to my blanche.....it'll be fabulous!
ReplyDeleteWell I'll just come right out and say the obvious...You need a Russell Wright bed pan!
ReplyDeleteHope you are on the mend.
xoxo