This afternoon when I went to an appointment I unwillingly left the skin of my right thigh on the seat of my jeep. When I tried to release it my inner arm stuck to the outside of my torso gripping like super glue. By this time I’m a bit annoyed, perhaps I need to see better, so I pulled down the glasses which were on the top of my head….Steamed lenses! Oh ya! Now I’m getting into it. In my scurrying I walk out of my flip flop, leaving my right foot flat on the freshly laid blacktop. As a kid we used to walk through horse manure in the summer, letting it squish between our toes, warmth and all. This didn’t quite feel like that. Perhaps I can eat the bottom of my foot like a pizza? After all, it’s been cooked at a minimum of 350degrees. After shuffling around, I finally get my foot back into the flip flop. Alas, now I am ready to walk the 300 or so feet to the door, to the air conditioning… I got quite a workout today. Thighs sticking to each other, my arms glued to my sides like a mummy.
Reminds me, think I’ll have chicken thighs for dinner.