Um, I ran into an old ladies car who pulled out in front of me, and my “area” landed on my bike frame. Later that day, standing, at work, I swelled up so big it was the first and only time I knew what if felt like to at least have one testicle and that particular testicle felt like it got hit by a baseball bat.

You know that possibilities really are endless. So much so, I have to think of OTHER things so as not to think about what I could do to people with just about anything laying around.

I’m sorry, but if I DID need a cell phone cover, I would like to have the Kobe Beef one. You may have noticed that only one of the things I even write about on my profile is steak. Oh, I think the shoe broom and dust collector is for foot fetishists. Or…Maybe I am a latent one to come up with that, ’cause nobody else said it.

Call me petty, histrionic, vain and shallow, but I find myself thinking about aging a lot lately. Teenagers bother me, and I still think Andy Rooney is funny, though his cognitive faculties are…what was I writing? I worry about heading toward witnessing not one, but two decades worth of ironic style recycling.Will heroin be as big as coke is now? I often ponder what my fashion future will look like.Will I show cleavage when its far too late to compliment my face? Might I become a hippie grandma type that wears multiple layers of purple robes and claims to be the reincarnation of Cleopatra?

It is too bad about that tiger guy. If it weren’t for the bible part. No, it’s not because I HATE Christians. I’m just not willing to deal with the subjection, his throwing “the word” around all the time. What would we REALLY have to talk about over our Apple bee’s chicken sandwiches?™ He would blow my mind like a tigers powerful roar with his deep understanding of God’s Law, fear of God, and Love of God. Also, I think I would prefer for him to un-tuck that shirt. It is such a rad shirt. If I got to really see the shirt, then I would open my mind a little more and let God do his work.