Hang in there, Whimsy. Good thing this "don't sit-don't run-don't reach-don't lift" business is not a lifelong sentence, eh? I mean, what if you had gone to physical therapy and come home like that dude on Monty Python who was hopping around on his torso?
If we lived closer, we'd totally come help fold laundry. Everything but a few washcloths.
shortish. 40ish. north-central-washington-westernish. shares a smallish house with a lovely tallish manish person (husband), an adorable impish girlish person (daughter), a charming boyish person (son), and one 4-legged catish creature.
if you'd care to contact Whimsy, you can reach her at whimsyattack at gmail dot com.
Alice came to a fork in the road.
"Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
-Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
3 comments:
Hee! I love Alice's expression in that first photo of her.
And the pigtails! So cute.
Hang in there, Whimsy. Good thing this "don't sit-don't run-don't reach-don't lift" business is not a lifelong sentence, eh? I mean, what if you had gone to physical therapy and come home like that dude on Monty Python who was hopping around on his torso?
If we lived closer, we'd totally come help fold laundry. Everything but a few washcloths.
I want to eat her up. Chomp.
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