Can I please get three cheers for my right arm? I mean, when I think of all the downright crappy things I've been asking of it (no, demanding!) the past week, I feel I've totally taken it for granted before. Here's just a handful of my favourites: typing (pages & pages worth), driving, pie-making, ponytail-tying (near-freaking impossible), and- it's greatest feat yet!- bra-unhooking from under a sweater (even Joey couldn't pull that one off- How you doin'?).
I think when this is all over and done with, and I'm back in one piece, telling funny stories about that time I fractured my shoulder in paintball ("in the first five minutes dammit! Never fired one goddam shot!"), I think I'll take my right arm on vacation. We'll go to Club Med somewhere, get nice and toasty, and take pictures to post online. We can get ol' lefty to hold the camera.
'Till then kiddo looks like I'm stuck with you doing all the work around here. Now watch the typos... can't be slackin' off!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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