
Woke up one morning
And went to this place
Didn’t watch where I was goin’
So I fell on my face
Oh I got the broke-my-wrist-and-can’t-do-shit-no-more buh-loohoos!

Woke up one morning
And went to this place
Didn’t watch where I was goin’
So I fell on my face
Oh I got the broke-my-wrist-and-can’t-do-shit-no-more buh-loohoos!
Ahhhh… I was wondering what had happened to you…
Sx
Get better soon!
You’re not the boss of me!
Just as well you’re not a merchant banker.
True. Being an engineer is shameful enough.
There’s always learning to mouse with the other hand, kyk. Heal fast. Welcome back!
“Learning to mouse”? Is that what kids are calling it these days?
“I don’t know, Babs. But I do know this! Your continuum transfunctioner is on the fritz.”
That is a very mysterious and powerful comment.
Everybody falls on their face at some point. It’s how well we recover that counts.
Especially if you reupholster couches.
So sorry! Hope you feel better. I broke my arm in 4th grade trying to do cartwheels on a fence (pretending it was a balance beam). I don’t remember it interfering with my ability to use a computer.
I’m replying to myself, because I couldn’t even tell that was a joke. It was. Computers came out when my kids were young.
I thought it was pretty funny. Fences have always interfered with my ability to use a computer.
Now that the truth is out about your broken wrist, I suppose I should stop casting aspersions about you.
Don’t stop. You’ll crush my dreams of an all-aspersion cast on Broadway.
I have hazy days without the drugs…
Hope it has (or will) heal quickly.
Me too, but now I have an excuse.
I broke one finger last year and that was very, very inconvenient. I feel for you. On the plus side at least you don’t have to put on a bra one handed. . .
Is there any evidence for this, Stella?
Ooh, good point. No, none but I don’t think a lack of evidence should ever stop you from making assertions. . .
Ah, at least you had some good drugs!
Depends what you mean by “good”.
Oxycontin?
Welcome back…and may there be many more! (Posts, not broken bones!)
Just call me Snap Crackle & Pop.