As my hacking fits moved into day three, I decided to rig up something so I did not fly into my computer screen at every cough.
I got Mom to sling one of Claren's long leashes through the back handle of my chair. Then I ran it across my chest like a seatbelt. Then I ran it across my lap to a carabiner I keep on my chair.
I don't mean to sound too arrogant --I mean I was wearing a dog leash -- but it worked pretty awesomely.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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5 comments:
you probably should not write things on the internet that say "I was wearing a dog leash." Lord knows what kind of gimp searches people make are now going to bring them to you. ;)
xoxo big brother
ejd
ps sorry mom and dad
I was thinking along those lines, but decided to take the high road and not post about it.
JTG
brown noser ;)
y'all are just jealous that I can pull off the dog leash look.
ok...that's just downright ooogy.
I need to go bleach my brain now.
;)
xo
ejd
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