Sunday Morning Injury Report

Apparently a bagel is a carrot. With the allure of but one bagel each yesterday, we finally stepped through the doors of "the other 123," to tackle not only the remains of past residents, but the need for serious change. The living room was transformed in to the yolk of a sunny side up egg with Herms expert paint on, spackle on method. I employed the stab it with a knife, rip carpet and yank system and Itsy simply did a whole lot of wax on, wax off. For his work, Herman was rendered incapable of raising his hand to ask to go to the nurse and get some Advil. I was gifted hands that were shaped like and could do no more than that of your average ping pong paddle. Itsy seems to have weathered it just fine. Why wouldn't she? She lives in a rather ritzy hot tub. Despite the injuries, by the end of the day all remnants of the past were gone and so was the feeling of the apartment not really being ours...Seems worth it.