She did this because she's afraid she'll someday lose her hands and she wants to be prepared.
I used to think "silly, paranoid, hypochondriac fool", but now that there is a HOLE IN MY ASS and I can't bend, I think "Brilliant!".
She also has to count her fingers and toes every night before bed to make sure she still has ten of each, but even through my drug-induced haze I ain't that crazy. But I've come a little closer to understanding her.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
My Sister Taught Herself How To Do Everything With Her Feet
Labels:
Organized Chaos
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I'm glad Pete is gone.
Painkillers are your friend.
You dont need your toes. Use that handy tool you have... his name is Jason.
My tool was a Leon. Great contraption. Useful too
See? My paranoid ways do have their merits.
Post a Comment