Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Licking wounds



Don't have so much to say now do you blog boy? Not so fun to tell the world about your broke down, ignoble feats of derring don't is it now hot shot? Maybe you would like to tell all of your tough bicycle friends about the little Phillipino girl on Oprah today? No? Prefer to not mention that huh? That's okay. Tell everyone about your trip to the orthopedic store. Talk about gear! Old age is going to offer lots of opportunity to obsess about equipment. Toilet seat chairs, ergonomic cane grips, varied salinity epsom salts, oxygen tank carts. Yes sir, gear, gear ,gear.

Chin up little camper. Fall is only 100 days away, and Bonanza is on twice for every one of them.

Let's go back to the Ponderosa, Pa. This isn't any of our affair.

Juancho

7 comments:

hitops said...

Next trip to the ortho store can you pick up a pair of compression socks for me?

juancho said...

Sure. I just need to know the color, length, tensile strength, and preferred material, and with garters or without?

Magnum said...

we're going to movies almost every day for a couple weeks (BabyGirl is at grandparents camp) so come join us for action or join us for romantic comedy, you pick; just raise your right hand.

nicol said...

OK, that's a pitiful little dog.

BIG JIM said...

Hmmm, things you can do outside with one good arm: frisbee golf; salute the flag; wave to cyclist on the trail as they pass by; hitch a ride; wipe the sweat from your brow; pick a flower and smell said flower...the choices are endless. Oh yea, and give me the finger after reading this comment.

juancho said...

Nicol has it right. I am a pitiful little dog.

nicol said...

No, no, no.