I’m getting fairly efficient at the whole recording thing, and I wanted to see if it would improve an unpolished JuPo poem. I did a recording of “Calling shotgun” just below. As always, click on the arrow (if you have javascript enabled).
The recordings for “The Goodnight Show” have been a lot of fun to do. I hope they are as entertaining to hear.
The plastic surgeon looked normal but sounded ridiculously young. I was studiously not watching the goings-on that involved debridement, which is French for “this is gonna hurt,” and kept thinking I was trapped in an episode of “Head of the Class.” Yes, that young.
In any case, plastic surgery! We didn’t ask if they’d do a 2-for-1 and laser Steve’s eyebrows off or something. Then he could be like a girl I used to know who tweezed her eyebrows and eyelashes and then painted them back on.
Steve has the first appointment of the day at a plastic surgeon. If Steve has been known to be annoyingly dumb on occasion, can we call any plastic surgery a boob job? Inquiring minds.
FedEx and UPS both got here about the same time. Both trucks are currently idling outside my window, nose-to-nose. Something’s gotta give.
This is exactly what the mop looked like this morning. Like Moe and Alfalfa had something torrid going on.
And you can’t tell from this picture, but if you saw the whole sequence you would know that I’m wearing the purple pants that will live in infamy.
I’m stuck. I’m behind in my JuPo’ing, but my brain is like… well, if I could come up with a simile I wouldn’t be stuck, now would I?
I spent the day beating at things in the yard. That’s satisfying in a way, but now my hands feel like sausages. Ooh, there’s one.
Every so often, I become completely convinced that I probably have diabetes. It’s from living with Steve and his constant test test testing. And then there’s the new findings that 1/3 of Americans have diabetes.
So, I need to test.
But damn, sticking myself with the finger poker thing is hard.
I’m pathetic.
I also don’t have diabetes. Random level of 87.
Test your blood sugar! Do it!
And now I’ll stop nagging.
What trouble can I get into? I volunteered to do reading for miPOradio’s The Goodnight Show podcasts.
It’ll be good fun. I apologize in advance if I sound dorky reading your poem. I also sound dorky when not reading your poem, so you shouldn’t be surprised!