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Gertie thought she could get used to the rude nurses and the bland food, and even thought she could get used to the little people that appeared along the edges of the curtains and the foot of her bed as she tried to sleep; “If they’d just stop jumping around,” she’d tell the doctor when he’d stop by to check on her, “and there weren’t so damn many of them.”
That happened to me yesterday. Then I realized I was suffering from lack of gin and the pent-up attentions of a single 6-year-old daughter who just appeared to be several dozen.
That’s when you put on yer STOMPIN’ SHOES and do a JIG! Yeeeeee haaaw!