Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The patient...

2 comments:

Hero said...

I know exactly what you mean. I'm constantly pulling lego bricks, miniature skateboards and hot wheels cars out of my pockets and purse. I like to imagine that the people who found my body after I was hit by a bus would know me by the contents of my pockets alone. "Look! She has an old school fisher price person, a matchbox convertible, an old TTC token and a Hamilton Public Library slip in her pocket." "She must be a mother of boys who's too broke to buy her kids new toys but has to make do with old stuff from her own childhood, who used to live in Toronto and still clings to the memory and who would rather read than organize her life or her pockets!"

Then, someone would automatically recognize me from that description and be able to quickly get the news of my demise back to Kurtis.

Hope that Eric is feeling much better soon. Thinking of you.

Hero said...

AAAH! I commented on the wrong blog. See what happens whenever I try to be clever. Geesh!