My lips are sealed…

Glad things are healing up well. Enjoy the placecard, you can get some sweet parking spots with it.
I think I still have an english muffin in the pantry got to go.

hahahhaha! That *was* funny!

110 songs about toes, feet and doctors? I can’t even come up with one. But that may be because it is 3am and that is *very* late. I’m off to bed now. Maybe I’ll dream up a song in my sleep. I will keep you posted but only if it’s funny. Which probably means you shall never hear from me again. How tragic.

Later gator.

110 Songs? That’s one dedicated friend, my friend. Glad to hear things are progressing nicely, though that random pain thing seems rather inconvenient and dreadful.

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