"What a difference a day
makes." ~Dinah Washington
Dinah said that and I said,
"Oh what a day!" Woke up
to nine degrees, frozen pipes,
a plugged toilet and . . . as it
was the maid's day off, no
breakfast in bed. And, if you
believe that bit about the maid,
I have a property in Manhattan
I'd like to sell you . . .
So, adopting a very positive
attitude, off we go to Toys 'R Us
to buy a new toilet. All's well
and then we arrive back home
with cargo in tow.
I step out of the pickup and
go splat, all 180 lbs of moi.
Face first, the pain so dear that
not even God could've moved
me. I just lay there, more dead
than alive. Hope that's not too
unduly dramatic for you.
My guy hauled me up and in,
shoved a handful of pain pills
in me, gave me a heating pad
and sent me to bed. The pain,
rather worse than birthing a
child or two, made me glad I
didn't have to install the toilet.
My daughter woke me with a
sweet check up phone call and
right back to sleep I went.
Sooooo, if you're feeling bored
of late, come on over and I'll
push you down the stairs. You
can feel sorry for yourself like
I do, catch up on your sleep
and tell you story over and
over.
Oh the joys of olde age . . .
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