What with all the curses raining down upon me the last few days, I haven’t had the courage to post anything. My car, which was just “ repaired” at great expense, is broken down again. And JP’s work truck is in the shop as well.
And I am feeling about as broken-down as my
Between the pain and the breathing problems, I’m not sleeping much. Yesterday I did go see the women at the VAO for a bit, but I felt so ill that I came right back home and went to bed for the rest of the day.
And I know the stuff isn’t there to avoid shoplifting, as every single product in the place is behind glass. Yes, you have to ask for your “Bois Bandé” (Erection of Wood!!) by name from the pharmacist.
And right in the middle of it all was a little pink box of…. a very common wart remover. Is it to give you an excuse to be perusing the sex stuff? You can stand there and say outloud, as though speaking to yourself: “Gosh darn this wart on my hand that I wish to be rid of! This wart removal product right here sure looks very useful!”
I know that I must have looked like a total pervert as I stood there, very obviously staring at the whole set up, not saying a word about my pesky warts. My fellow clients probably thought I was having a tough time deciding between "Loving Slick Secret" and "Big Bust Forever Developer".
I guess this is it. I took a big dose of codeine and it has kicked in. I feel a little funny. Better, but funny. JP says I'm "stoned"!! I better go lay down.