This little darlin' gives me something to talk about. A little mystery to figure out.
They never mentioned the need for wee tweezers, or as JC recommends using in a pinch: two quarters. The screws are just that hard to tighten! The gadget is right up my alley though. It reminds me of "Transformers" before they made the second movie. My favorite Transformer is Bumblebee; those blue headlamps are ugly though. My second is Optimus Prime. He sounds smarter than he really is though. Okay, I like The Twins too.
The first pair of my arth-ree-tus gloves came today. Oh, yea! They smell, make my eyes burn, and my skin itch, so JC washed and hung them out to dry, otherwise I'd have them on right now. They either feel good or they're a sly placebo. I'll keep you posted as to their effectiveness.
Until then, here's a peek-in-the-box. I'm watching Clint Eastwood lay down some terribly bad acting in Gran Torino. He pretends to be gruff and mean and racist in real life too, and succeeds at being bad at that too. I'm on to you Eastwood.
And, by the way . . . Does anyone have a clue why a letter and a postcard came back, for no apparent reason I can see?
I think someone at the post office is just messing with me. Could be they just want me to come in and raise a little hell to heat up their summer, huh?
Happy mail to you. Until we write again . . .