Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Too Tired to Think of Title

I'm still not quite up to snuff. Getting out of my car is like dumping a sack of potatoes on the ground. I walk with a limp because my calves are as tight as violin strings. I could play Flight of the Bumblebee by just rubbing my legs together. Took the cats in to the vet for a dental checkup this morning. Both the vet and I escaped with no injuries. There's just no good way to cage both those cats at the same time. No matter which one I pick, the other one sees what's going on and hides. I went in to Target tonight for a Valentine card and came out with over $300 worth of stuff. One of the items was a 2-inch mattress pad made out of that space-age memory foam. The trouble is, it keeps remembering what shape it was inside the box and tries to curl up on me. I'm afraid I'll wake up in the morning sleeping inside a cube. And have you noticed how vulgar Valentine cards have gotten? If you haven't, go take a look. Just another way "progressives" are affecting our culture. As far as news and commentary goes, I'm totally out of the loop. Maybe I can start catching up tomorrow. Time to test out that mattress pad. Hopefully, the cats will weigh down their side.

3 comments:

Tonto said...

Yeah Valentine cards and Halloween costumes. All the women costumes are made for women who are a size O and want to be a slut of some kind like "Slutty Cinderellas" or "Slutty French Maid" or "Slutty Nun" and they have so little material that you wonder if the manufacturers remember the holiday is in OCTOBER!! I am so glad I have a son!

Mark said...

I wouldn't worry about waking up inside a cube. Just rub yopur legs together making the sound of an emergency alarm and someone will come and rescue you.

So stay on the side of caution and don't wear your vulgar "cupid" pajamas to bed.

Anonymous said...

I'm with you, Tonto!

Glad I have a son, too. :)