Friday, January 13, 2017


My daughter dreamed that my legs had somehow gotten left behind, but my feet were still where they belonged, on my foot rests. And she wondered how my feet knew to stay there. In the words of Mott the Hoople, I have intelligence in my feet. Too bad I couldn't apply that to some useful purpose. For instance, if they could kick somebody for me, I would have perfect deniability.

"Honest, officer. It was a muscle spasm!" *Apologetic grin*

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