My November Day Eight
While waiting this morning at the lab for W to get his blood work done, I saw a poster like this one across the room. The small print was too far away to read, but what would I need to read it for? I am smart and can figure things like this out. Right?
P Pull something.
A Agonize over the possibility that you just pulled the wrong thing.
S Stop pulling random things, you moron!
S Start running.
Ha! Pretty close, hey?
If you are ever in a burning building with me you will be safe as long as you can run fast. Beyond that I’m not making any promises.
It’s a rather gloomy overcast day with wet snow and rain and a biting wind. Perfect for lighting a gingerbread candle and staying the hell indoors.
Hope you’re snug and warm and having a relaxing Sunday afternoon.
