Now, my thumb has this knick from a slip of my razor. So what was once funny to a couple of insensitive twenty-somethings has become no laughing matter for this old coot.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
In the 80's J and I had an inside joke about an overeager roommate who asked a lot of questions and showed an inappropriate amount of concern for our wellbeing. It boiled down to a question: "How's your thumb?"
Now, my thumb has this knick from a slip of my razor. So what was once funny to a couple of insensitive twenty-somethings has become no laughing matter for this old coot.
Now, my thumb has this knick from a slip of my razor. So what was once funny to a couple of insensitive twenty-somethings has become no laughing matter for this old coot.
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