Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


I'm fixated

I know you're all surprised.

The doorbell rang. Great. As I do my Mr. Tudball impersonation (anyone remember Tim Conway?) to get to the door, the FedEx guy is looking at me like I'm nuts because I'm in an oversized "people make the difference" t-shirt, all crouched over. I bet I look a bit like a strung out addict or something. Thankfully my grenades didn't drop then. They dropped earlier when Uzz was dropping off the boys. The FedEx guy is waiting for me to step outside to sign for Army of Dad's new phone clip and I look up at him and mumble something about surgery and that I can't walk very well. So, he sticks the clipboard and pen inside the door and tries to get the hell away from me to make sure it isn't contagious, I guess.

Unfortunately, I'm looking like a combination of the witch from Snow White and Quasimodo. Morph them together and that is me.

What is up with Disney characters and bad posture?


  • At 9:40 PM, May 23, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I thought you got rid of the mole?

    Just kidding, glad to know you are feeling ok. No griping, whining or moaning or driving your family nuts. Of course if you were doing that, you would be back to normal. Take it easy on everything, it's easy to lose your mind and sense after surgery. Let me know if you need anything, with my schedule the way it is, I should be able to get it to you next month! Seriously, let me know if you do and take care.

  • At 12:57 PM, May 24, 2005, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    I got the more removed, too. Yippee. And, yeah, if I wasn't bitching, people would wonder what was wrong with me.


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