Saturday, March 7

Get the Point?


Corny headline I admit, but sometimes I just can’t resist. Shown here are seven syringes that Karla has had the pleasure of poking into my tender loving butt once a week every Saturday morning. I don’t know how long this process will go on, but I’m guessing that it’ll be done when I am once again faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.


You know—like in the old days.

1 comment:

Susan said...

Ouch! That's not nice. I hope the treatment is working though.