Is that you?
No, my weekend is not going well.
I split open my finger again.
Yeah. Same one.
On a cat food can.
I was hurrying, to meet the girls for breakfast.
I hung out with a dish towel wrapped around my finger, singing an old Police song:
I’ll be wrapped around your finger…..
As it continued to bleed, the tune changed to “Under My Thumb”. (Stones of course)
So, I missed breakfast.
But I still have my finger.
I am not good with injuries.
I have 4 band aids on this Mother, and every time I wash my hands, the damn things fall off.
I guess I should not have bought the Mickey Mouse band aids.
Saturday is usually my shopping day.
I made the supreme sacrifice and made it to the grocery store.
Then I hightailed it to see Kelly and a plate of garlic bread, with cheese and sauce.
Yeah, I brought my horse in with me.
After that, I cursed the rains in Africa, as I drove home and had to unload the car.
Do you know what it’s like to unload when you are loaded?
Anyway, Harv, after eating all that garlic bread and a few orange chasers, I took a look at my finger and decided I needed to give that finger a rest.
So, on this Sunday, a normal day of rest, I am washing clothes.
Where in the hell did all these clothes come from?
This isn’t Harvey?
What the hell?
You have some nerve, calling a wrong number.
By the way, what’s your name?
I think we may be related, Joey.