The random thoughts of a reader, sometime editor, former writer, and long-time liberal artist.
Friendly Coworker: What's wrong?Me: I broke my toe.FC: No, you didn't!Me: Yeah, I did.FC: What did you kick?Me: A snowman.FC: No, you didn't!Me: Yeah, I did.(updated to add the snowman)That's him. That's the guy.
Hey, those snowmen can be pretty damn tough. Ouch.
Heart of ice, I tell you.
Men...what are ya gonna do?Sorry about the toe. I broke mine in gym class after a teacher forced me to try a cartwheel. She didn't believe I couldn't do it and she didn't believe I hurt myself. Heh. I loved going in the next day and handing her a slip getting me out of gym for 6 weeks.
It's healing quickly, so I count myself lucky. Oh, I miss those doctors excuses from gym. I once got out an entire semester for tonsilitis; my tonsils are always abnormally large, as it turns out. I wish adult life came with those kinds of notes.
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