Thursday, May 13, 2010

Fun With Twisted Linguistics

I may have a story to tell you. Tomorrow. I got a lead on a job via a most unlikely source, and I'll let you know what happens after I check it out.

I swear, when it rains, it pours. After I got my ear straightened out, I hurt my foot walking the dog last evening. There are a lot of branches and sticks on the ground after recent high winds and a thunder-buster yesterday. I try to watch out for them, but I missed one, stepped on it, and it flew up and gouged a chunk out of the top of my foot. I got back home with a bloody hole, a long scratch, and a shoe full of blood. It feels okay after some peroxide and Neosporin, but it looks pretty yucky under the Band-Aid. That picture, by the way, makes my foot look fat and I resent it. For the record, my foot is not fat!

I have Words Gone Wild for you to define. Give it your best shot and ... make me laugh, please. Happy Thursday!

gold neckless


Marion said...

Dahlink, your foot is swollen, not fat! (Love your polish color, BTW)!Here's you another 'poor baby' for that foot. My, but you're using up all my 'poor babies' this week! ;-) I hope your foot is better soon!!! xoxo

G-Man said...

Maybe a kiss would make it feel better?

Ever had a slave kiss your foot before Mistress Serena?

Serena said...

Thanks, Marion. I'll try to not use up any more "poor babies" for a while. LOL. That polish color is "Dahlia." My beau picked it out. He's been known to apply it, too.:)

I have not experienced that slave thing before, Galen -- but I would not be averse to it.:-)

G-Man said...

You have a beau?
I hope he realizes what a lucky bastard he is!
And I hope he doesn't read your blog, I don't want him kicking my ass!!

Serena said...

Never happen, Galen. No butt-kickin' on my watch.:P