And your bird can sing!
Saturday, Mar. 25, 2006 at 8:42 p.m.
Hi kids!
I went back to the womanly bits surgeon on Friday and he pronounced both me and my remaining womanly bits well on the road to totally healed, and that I am now allowed to resume all activities, albeit slowly and carefully. So I gleefully announced to the Hubster that we were once again allowed to play in the proverbial playground, and the Hubster responded by coming down with the flu.
Crapola. Ah well.
I returned to bowling on Friday night and actually did fairly well, considering I haven�t bowled for six weeks and I was using a ball four pounds lighter than I was used to. I didn�t make several spares due to this lightweight ball bouncing off the damn pins. But I did much better than I expected myself to, so that�s a good thing.
I won�t return to work until April. I plan to relax this week and get back into the groove of housework and such, as well as getting my hair cut, which is now getting too long for me to tease and resembles an auburn-colored football helmet. Yes, I have stated that The Higher the Hair, the Closer You Are To God, however, even I have my limits. Just like this poor fellow:
As well as a dog who has reached his limit:
Elmo has reached his limit, as well:
Heh-heh. See, and I think it would be funny to do that to some little kid�s toy when he or she comes downstairs to eat breakfast. Yes, I find the emotional torture of small children funny. I also like to give infants lemon juice to see their faces pucker up.
But what I find funny are religious freaks who have completely gone off the deep end:
I AM FILLED WITH THE LOVE OF JESUS, GODDAMMIT!
At this point, I think we should all heed this sign:
I now leave you with that tune in your head for the next several hours, simply because I am evil.