Getting Fat in the South Over Break
Happy Deceptively Awful Shopping Circumstances Day! There’s nothing like being psychologically coerced into buying leftover Christmas crap that no one wanted for 70% off. Except maybe compulsively eating leftovers. I’ve considered my options and chosen to stay indoors today. *munch munch*
I’m at my grandparents’ house (using their grandparently dial-up connection). My grandfather (Papa), who has had both legs amputated, has recently acquired one of those cool Rascal wheely-chairs. The guy has been essentially immobile for awhile, and all of the sudden he’s zooming around the house in this thing! It’s totally awesome. Except that he doesn’t like anyone else to play with it.
Alright, I’ve got to go and be put to task for the rest of the day. Such is my grandchildly duty (or so says my mother, in her squawky parrot-like voice, at any rate).
Enjoy playing with all your new toys.
Even though they’re probably not as cool as a Rascal.
Or a Segue. I want one of those.
Bye.
I’m at my grandparents’ house (using their grandparently dial-up connection). My grandfather (Papa), who has had both legs amputated, has recently acquired one of those cool Rascal wheely-chairs. The guy has been essentially immobile for awhile, and all of the sudden he’s zooming around the house in this thing! It’s totally awesome. Except that he doesn’t like anyone else to play with it.
Alright, I’ve got to go and be put to task for the rest of the day. Such is my grandchildly duty (or so says my mother, in her squawky parrot-like voice, at any rate).
Enjoy playing with all your new toys.
Even though they’re probably not as cool as a Rascal.
Or a Segue. I want one of those.
Bye.