…in a weary world.
OK, back to lamenting the hapless Browns (and the future of the NFL in general).
Mondays can be fun. I thought that thought as I picked up my broken carcass off the sidewalk after taking one step down the stairs to let Rousseau out, and going airborne. Hot shower and aspirin: breakfast of champions.
OH NO!!!! I just woke up (after going to bed at 4!!) and didn’t know you had fallen!! Good golly, Bird. You’re gonna feel it come tomorrow morning, luv.
On a brighter note – I’M SO THRILLED THE PACKERS WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me know if you need anything, sweetie!
Tylenol on a barge, please, Mavis! Blaaaaaaaah
Ok, I think the Thriller and I need to install some sort of “over-head tether/harness system” for you to hook up to during these icy months. I think that is the only option we have left…
HA — Lars, you are a good son. But something tells me you’d do it mostly for the Kodak moments it would provide…amiright?
Goodness, gracious, lady. Hope your fall didn’t cause any serious damage or breakage! Ice is trecherous. I hear that your environs were clobbered with several inches of accumulated ice. I just stepped out onto our porch. No ice here! Ice doesn’t fair too well in 80 degree temp.
Take care, and I sincerely hope that you’re OK!
I know, right? I’m a walking disaster. A falling disaster, I mean. And I’m certainly glad there was no ice on your 80-degree porch, smartapple! (Why, I oughta…)
When you coming back north? You owe me a Bux!