An in-depth, and let's face it scary, look at how I think and observe the world. I've often been called weird. But what is normal, really? Maybe I'm normal, and all of you are weird.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
40 Pounds of Limp
J.D. was telling me about how her daughter has a hard time getting up in the mornings. Several days J.D. has been late because it took her so long to get her daughter moving. She finally decided that it would be easier to just dress her daughter in her clothes the night before. That way she could just pick her up and put her in the car in the morning. I commented that that sounded like a brilliant idea. She said, “Well, it isn’t as easy as it sounds. You would be amazed at how much 40 pounds of limp can weigh!”
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