Getting ready to go to FAM-A-JAM-A and two questions must be answered: yes, I will wear pants and no, I am not dancing on stage even tho it is universally agreed that I would, as the kids say today, ROCK IT (or maybe they are talking about an actual rocket) (do we even have those any more? really for real rockets?) (I never dreamt of being an astronaut and if my dealings with the Xerox are any indication Id say were all better off for that decision) (sorry were you wondering if I was still in app-love with my Hop email app because yes even if I didnt have a sniper photo battling bugs and whatnot to take our pic we are very happy and registered at Target and Barneys) (so people can have choices) (my stream of consciousness is a little more bendy than usual so I apologize) (lack of sleep is a literal disease not like smallpox or Beiberism but it does wreck my brain) (my train brain is off the tracks) (Charlie and Lucy had a splendid week) (Joe thinks Im funny and at the end of the day he is my audience - if I can make him laugh, thats all I need) (I really need to go put pants on now) (not lollygagging but I have to Get Up And Look so ugh) (cant NASA create a pants finder for me since we scuttled all the shuttles and such) (I think I am dehydrated) OK THEN thats enough thinking for now see you tonight at FamJam 7:30 show or this weekend or maybe on television when Im accepting the Medal of Honor for inventing the Pants-a-Zinger (tagline - dont get up, make your pants come to you!).
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 23:48:28 +0000