It's near midnight, I'm in the living room with the laptop on my knee, working. Feel a little chilly so I walk into the bedroom where the mishpuha slumbers, and, from the walk-in closet, relying purely on touch in the darkness, I pull out my dressing gown and put it on.
Close to an hour later I finish the review and, shrugging the laptop off, head towards the bathroom. My eyes are groggy and my head is dense. My knee hurts. I plod. Somewhere along the corridor, the gown falls open from the front, exposing my shapeless t-shirt and the shorts beneath.
And I wonder -- where have I seen this before?
:-)
just coz the dude won an oscar, you will talk about similarities on blog-shog. < head shakes >
ReplyDeleteWell then, I am the Walrus.
ReplyDeleteFortunately, I'm adhering to a pretty strict, uh, drug, uh, regimen to keep my mind, you know, uh, limber.
ReplyDeletehahaha.. funny how he is back everywhere! i have been overdosing on him since his win.
ReplyDeletemamba: that was so undude of him.
ReplyDeletekm: indeed. googjoob.
blewgenes: and your chhonson?
butterflynap: sometimes there's a man, he's the man for his time and place.
apologies, all, for the lateness.