All right, as fun and instructive as it's been to be a figurative non-bum-wiper, I have to fess up and say that I actually HAVE been able to wipe my own ass throughout this ordeal. During the time when I wouldn't have been able to, the drugs they had me on had me puckered up tighter than a Cat 5 going through turn 5 at Reston, which was convenient. Maybe more than you needed to know. Anyhow, in Big Daddy when the kid is trying to convince Adam Sandler that he should keep him, the kid says "but I can wipe my own ass!" Given my late state of (somewhat in-)complete physical unfeasibility, I felt it a charming contrast to my own situation.
Exhibit A: Dara Torres, 41 year old mother of 1, on a quest to make her 5th Olympic Swimming Team. Mein Gott!
Thassa little bit scary, wouldn't ya say? She's farkin' ripped.
Oh yeah, I can ride bikes again. That's right, I am a master of the exercycle. I made it through a full half hour on that sucker this evening. Tomorrow, my knee will either experience fluid movement the likes of which it has not seen since mid May, or it will be so wracked with pain and stiffness that I will be bed ridden. Which will it be?
My Kiwi muscles are so insane right now, and we're headed to the beach this weekend where I'm sure they will reach an absolute peak. The merits of proper base building.
When did you all develop man crushes on Lance Lacy? He even kind of has a porn star sounding name. I say you run with it, BROTHER!