My Head Hurts

My wife is currently on the phone with her long-distance buddy and NYC trouble-maker, a woman named Anne.  Anne has Mrs. Wiggy watching the TeeVee and Jumpin' Jehosephat, they are watching QVC and giggling like fiends.  Some bronzed trog named Thad is showing off a "Set of 6" Victorian Style Porcelain Ornaments for the low-low price of $21.57.



I grabbed my empty Sam Adams bottle and struck myself over the head, but it seems not to have put an end to this madness.  I am going to hurl until I hear the marble that I ate in a drunken moment in 1981 hit the porcelain.  I mean, it's ALL comin' up.

Keep Moving,

Wigwam Jones